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Copyright, 1895, by L. R. HAMERSLEY & Co. 
Copyright, 1895, by the JENSON PRESS. 
Copyright, 1898, by THE CENTURY Co. 
Copyright, 1898, by JOHN LUTHER LONG. 

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PURPLE-EYES ..... 89 


KITO ....... 159 

GLORY ...... 207 




JAYRE had counseled him on 
the voyage out (for he had re- 
pined ceaselessly at what he 
called their banishment to the 
Asiatic station) to wait till 
they arrived. He had never regarded ser- 
vice in Japanese waters as banishment, he 
said, and he had been out twice before. 

Pinkerton had just come from the Medi- 

" For lack of other amusement," continued 
Sayre, with a laugh, " you might get yourself 
married and " 


Pinkerton arrested him with a savage 

" You are usually merely frivolous, Sayre ; 
but to-day you are silly." 

Without manifest offense, Sayre went on : 

" When 1 was out here in 1890 " 

" The story of the Pink Geisha ? " 

"Well yes," admitted Sayre, patiently. 

" Excuse me, then, till you are through." 
He turned to go below. 

" Heard it, have you ? " 

"A thousand times from you and 

Sayre laughed good-naturedly at the gal- 
lant exaggeration, and passed Pinkerton his 

" Ah ever heard who the man was ? " 

"No." He lighted his cigarette. "That 
has been your own little mystery appa- 

" Apparently ? " 

" Yes; we all knew it was yourself." 

"It was n't," said Sayre, steadily. "It 
was my brother." He looked away. 


" He 's dead." 

" Beg pardon. You never told us that." 

" He went back; could n't find her." 


" And you- advise me also to become a 
subject for remorse ? That 's good of you." 

" It is not quite the same thing. There is 
no danger of you losing your head for " he 
glanced uncertainly at Pinkerton, then ended 
lamely " any one. The danger would 
probably be entirely with the other 

"Thanks," laughed Pinkerton; "that 's 
more comforting." 

"And yet," mused Sayre, "you are hard 
to comfort humanly speaking." \ 

Pinkerton smiled at this nai've but quite 
exact characterization of himself. 

"You are," continued Sayre, hesitating 
for the right word" impervious." 

"Exactly," laughed Pinkerton. "I don't 
see much danger to myself in your prescrip- 
tion. You have put it in rather an attractive 
light. The idea cannot be entirely disrepu- 
table if your brother Jack used it. We lower- 
class fellows used to call him Agamemnon, 
you remember." 

"It is not my prescription," said Sayre, 
briefly, leaving the deck. 



BUT Pinkerton not only got himself mar- 
ried; he provided himself with an establish- 
mentcreating his menage in quite his own 
way and entirely for his own comfort. 
. With the aid of a marriage-broker, he 
found both a wife and a house in which to 
keep her. This he leased for nine hundred 
and ninety-nine years. Not, he explained 
to his wife later, that he could hope for the 
felicity of residing there with her so long, 
but because, being a mere "barbarian," he 
could not make other legal terms. He did 
not mention that the lease was determinable, 
nevertheless, at the end of any month, by the 
mere neglect to pay the rent. Details were 
distasteful to Pinkerton; besides, she would 
probably not appreciate the humor of this. 

Some clever Japanese artisans then made 
the paper walls of the pretty house eye- 
proof, and, with their own adaptations of 
American hardware, the openings cun- 
ningly lockable. The rest was Japanese. 

Madame Butterfly laughed, and asked him 


why he had gone to all that trouble in 

" To keep out those who are out, and in 
those who are in," he replied, with an amor- 
ous threat in her direction. 

She was greatly pleased with it all, 
though, and went about jingling her new 
keys and her new authority like toys, she 
had only one small maid to command, 
until she learned that among others to be 
excluded were her own relatives. 

There had been what her husband called 
an appalling horde of these at the wedding 
(they had come with lanterns and banners 
and disturbing evidences of good will), and 
he asked her, when she questioned him, 
whether she did not think they would be a 
trifle wearisome. 

" You thing so ? " she asked in turn. 

"Emphatically," said her husband. 

She grew pale; she had not expected quite 
such an answer. A Japanese would have 
said no, but would have left an interroga- 
tion in one's mind. 

He laughed consolingly. 

" Well, Ane-San " (which meant only 
"elder sister": there are no terms of en- 
dearment in the Japanese language), "you 


will have to get along without ancestors. 
Think of the many people who would like 
to do that, and be comforted." 

" Who ? " She had never heard of such 
a thing. 

" People, for instance, whose ancestors 
have perished on the gallows, or, in 
America, have practised trades." 

She did not understand, as often she did 
not, and he went on : 

" I shall have to serve in the capacity of 
ancestors, let us say ancestors-at-large, 
and the real ones will have to go or rather 
not come." 

Again he had the joke to himself; his wife 
had gone away to cry. 

At first she decided to run away from 
him. But this, she reflected, would not 
probably please her relatives, since they had 
unanimously agreed upon the marriage for 
her. Besides, she preferred to remain. She 
had acquired a strange liking for Pinkerton 
and her new way of life. Finally she under- 
took a weak remonstrance a very strong 
one, in fact, for a Japanese wife; but Pinker- 
ton encouraged her pretty domestic auton- 
omy. Her airs of authority were charming. 
And they grew more and more so. 


"Mr. B. F. Pikkerton," it was this, 
among other things, he had taught her to 
call him, "I lig if you permit my august 
ancestors visit me. I iig ver' moach if you 
please permit that unto me." 

Her hair had been newly dressed for the 
occasion, and she had stuck a poppy in it. 
Besides, she put her hand on his arm (a 
brave thing for her to do), and smiled wist- 
fully up at him. And when you know 
what Cho-Cho-San's smile was like, and 
her hand and its touch, you will wonder 
how Pinkerton resisted her. However, he 
only laughed at her, good-naturedly al- 
ways, and j>aid no. 

" We can't adopt a whole regiment of 
back numbers, you know. You are back 
number enough for me." 

And though he kissed her, she went away 
and cried again; and Japanese girls do not 
often cry. 

He could not understand how important 
this concession was to her. It must be 
confessed that he did not try to understand. 
Sayre, with a little partizanship, explained 
to him that in Japan filial affection is the 
paramount motive, and that these "ances- 
tors," living and dead, were his wife's sole 


link to such eternal life as she hoped for. 
He trusted that Pinkerton would not forget 

He would provide her a new motive, 
then, Pinkerton said, perhaps meaning 
himself, and a new religion, if she must 
have one himself again. So when she, 
at his motion, diffidently undertook to clothe 
on the phantoms which made up her " reli- 
gion," Pinkerton expounded what he called 
the easier Western plan of salvation seri- 
ously, too, considering thai all his commu- 
nications to her were touched with whimsy. 
This was inevitable to Pinkerton. After 
all, she was quite an impossible little thing, 
outside of lacquer and paint. But he struck 
deeper than he knew ; for she went secretly 
to the church of the missionary who served 
on the opposite hill, and heard the same 
thing, and learned, moreover, that she 
might adopt this new religion at any time 
she chose even the eleventh hour. 

She went out joyously; not to adopt his 
religion, it is true, but to hold it in reserve 
if her relatives should remain obdurate. Pin- 
kerton, to his relief, heard no more of it. 




BUT his wife's family (the word has a more 
important application there than here) held 
a solemn conference, and, as the result of it, 
certain of them waited upon Lieutenant Pin- 
kerton, and, with elaborate politeness, inti- 
mated that his course had theretofore been 
quite unknown in Japan. This was their 
oblique way of saying that it was unsatis- 
factory. They pointed out with pati&nt 
gravity that he would thus limit his wife's 
opportunities of reappearing on earth in a 
higher form of life. 

Pinkerton smilingly remarked that he was 
not sure that it would be best for his wife 
to reappear on earth in a higher form. She 
would probably accomplish mischief enough 
in this very charming one as she was in 
fact doing. 

"Do you know," he continued to the 
spokesman, "that you look exactly like a 
lacquered tragedy mask 1 have hanging 
over my desk ? ' 


One must have seen one of these masks 
to appreciate this. 

But they all laughed good-naturedly, as 
their host had designed, and quite forgot 
their errand. And Pinkerton labored that 
they should remember it no more. This was 
quite Japanese. In the politest way possible 
he made them drink his liquors and smoke 
his tobacco (in the generous Western fash- 
ion), either of which operations was certain 
to make a Japanese very ill. This was thor- 
oughly like Pinkerton. 

They 'protested a deal of friendship for 
Pinkerton that night; but at the final con- 
ference, where Cho-Cho-San was solemnly 
disowned, none were more gloomily un- 
friendly than they who had eaten and 
drunken with him. 

" I did the very best I could for you, little 
moon-goddess," said Pinkerton to his wife; 
" but they were proof against my best wine 
and tobacco." 

She bent her head in reflection a moment. 

"Ah, you mean I begin learn you, Mr. 
B. F. Pikkerton ! You mean they not proof. 

And Pinkerton delightedly embraced her. 

"You are no longer a back number, " hesaid. 


"Aha! Tha' 's what / thing. Now I 
bed you I know what is that bag nomber! " 

" Well ? " 

" People lig I was." 


" But not people lig I am ? " 

"No; you are up-to-date." 

" I egspeg 1 ought be sawry ? " She 
sighed hypocritically. 

" Exactly why, my moon-maid ? " 

" Account they outcasting me. Aevery- 
body thing me mos' bes' wicked in all 
Japan. Nobody speak to me no more 
they all outcast me aexcep' jus' you; tha' 's 
why I ought be sawry." 

She burst into a reckless laugh, and threw 
herself like a child upon him. 

" But tha' 's ezag' why I am not! Wha' 's 
use lie ? It is not inside me that sawry. 
Me ? I 'm mos' bes' happy female woman 
in Japan mebby in that whole worl'. 
What you thing ? " 

He said honestly that he thought she 
was, and he took honest credit for it. 



AND after his going, in the whimsical 
delight they had practised together, she 
named the baby, when it came, Trouble. 
Every Japanese baby begins with a tem- 
porary name; it may be anything, almost, 
for the little time. She was quite sure he 
would like the way she had named him 
Trouble meaning joy. That was his own 
oblique way. As for his permanent name, 
he might have several others before, that 
was for him to choose when he returned. 
And this event was to happen, according 
to his own words, when the robins nested 

And spring and the robins had come. 

ALL this to explain why Madame Butterfly 
and her baby were reclining on the immacu- 
late mats in attitudes of artistic abandon, 
instead of keeping an august state, as all 
other Japanese mothers and babes were at 
this moment doing. American women, 
we are told, assume more fearless attitudes 


in the security of their boudoirs than else- 
where. Japanese women, never. Their 
conduct is eternally the same. It must be 
as if some one were looking on always. 
There is no privacy for them short of the 
grave. They have no secure boudoirs. 

But Madame Butterfly (through the cour- 
tesy of her American husband) had both 
these. It will therefore be argued, perhaps, 
that she is not a typical Japanese woman. 
But it is only Lieutenant Pinkerton's views 
about which we are presently concerned. 
He called her an American refinement of a 
Japanese product, an American improve- 
ment in a Japanese invention, and so on. 
And since he knew her best, his words con- 
cerning her should have a certain ex-cathedra 
authority. I know no more. 

AND she and the maid, and the baby too, 
were discussing precisely the matters which 
have interested us hitherto Pinkerton, his 
baby, his imminent return, etc. 

Cho-Cho-San, with a deft jerk that was 
also a caress, brought the baby into her lap 
as she sat suddenly up. 

" Ah, you you think he is just like any 
other baby. But he is a miracle! Yes!" 


she insisted belligerently. " The Sun-God- 
dess sent him straight from the Bridge of 
Heaven! Because of those prayers so early 
oh, so very early in the morning. Oh, 
that is the time to pray! " She turned the 
baby violently so that she might see his 
eyes. " Now did any one ever hear of a 
Japanese baby with purple eyes ? " 

She held him over against the dwarfed 
wistaria which grew in a flat bronze koro at 
the tokonoma, full of purple blossoms. She 
addressed the maid Suzuki, who stood by, 
happy as herself, apparently aware that this 
subject must always be discussed vehe- 

"As purple as that! Answer me, thou 
giggler; is it not so ? Speak! I will have 
an answer! " 

Then the maid laughed out a joyous no. 
If she cherished the Eastern reservations con- 
cerning blue eyes and pink cheeks, it was a 
less heinous offense to lie about it a little 
than to assert it impolitely. Besides, neither 
she nor any one else could resist the spirits 
of her pretty mistress. And these spirits 
had grown joyously riotous since her mar- 
riage and its unfettering. 

" Nor yet so bald of his head ? Say so! 


Quickly! " she insisted, with the manner of 
Pinkerton such is example! 

The maid also agreed to this. 

And then Cho-Cho-San flung the kicking 
youngster high above her, turned aban- 
donedly over on her back (in charming, if 
forbidden, postures), and juggled with him 

"But ah! you will have hair, will you 
not? as long and glittering as that of th 
American women. I will not endure the* 
else." She became speciously savage. 
"Speak, thou beggar, speak!" 

"Goo-goo," said the baby, endeavoring 
diligently to obey. 

She shook him threateningly. 

"Ah-h-h! You making that non-sen^e 
with your parent ? Now what is that you 
speaking with me ? Jap'nese ? If it is, 
I" She threatened him direly. But he 
had evidently already learned to understand 
her; he gurgled again. "Listen! No one 
shall speak anything but United States' lan- 
guages in these house! Now! What you 
thing? You go'n' go right outside shoji 
firs' thing you do that! " She resumed her 
own English more ostentatiously, she 
forgot it herself sometimes, and pretended 


to pitch the baby through the fragile paper 

"Also, tha' 's one thing aeverybody got 
recomleck account it is his house, his wife, 
his bebby, his maiden, his moaney oh, 
aeverythmg is his! An' he say, those time 
he go'n' 'way, that aexcep' we all talking 
those United States' languages when he 
come, he go'n' bounce us all. Well! I 
don' git myself bounce, Mr. Trouble! An' 
you got loog out you don', aha ! Sa-oy, me ? 
I thing if we doing all those thing he as' us, 
he go'n' take us at those United States 
America, an' live in his castle. Then he 
never kin bounce us, aha! " 


A BIRD flew to the vine in the little porch. 

"Ah, Suzuki!" 

But the maid had withdrawn. She 
clapped her hands violently for her to 


" Now why do you go away when " her 
momentary anger fled, and she laughed 
"when birds flying to the wistaria? Go 
quickly, little maiden, and see if he is a 
robin, and if he has completed his nest- 

The maid returned, and said that he was 
indeed a robin, but that he had no nest 
there as yet. 

"Oh, bow he is slow! Suzuki, let us 
fine 'nother robin, one that is more indus- 
tri-ous an' domes-tic, aha, ha, ha!" 

" They are all alike, " said thegirl, cynically. 

" They not! Say so ! " 

Suzuki giggled affirmatively. When her 
mistress took so violently to English she 
preferred to express herself in this truly 
Japanese fashion. 

" Inform me, if you please, how much 
nearer beggary we are to-day than yester- 
day, Suzuki." 

The girl had exact information for her on 
this subject. She said they had just seven- 
teen yen, fifty-four sen, two rin. 

"Alas alas! How we have waste his 
beau-tiful moaneys! Tha' 's shame. But 
he will not permit that we starve account 
he know we have no one aexcep' him. We 


all outcasted. Now loog bow that is bad! 
So jus' when it is all gone he will come with 
more lig the stories of ole Kazabu. Ohf 
lig story of Uncombed Ronin, who make a 
large oath that he go'n' be huge foo-el if he 
dress his hair until his lord arrive back from 
the banishment. Lo! when they cutting 
his hade off him, account he don' comb his 
hair, his lord arrive back, an' say, ' What 
they doing with him ? 'an' reward him 
great deal, account he constant ontil he 
'mos' dead. So, jus' when we go'n' out on 
the street, mebby to fine him, you with 
Trouble on your back, me with my samisen, 
standing up bifore all the people, singing 
funeral songs, with faces, oh, 'bout 'mos' so 
long," she illustrated liberally, "sad gar- 
ments, hair all ruffled so, dancing liddle 
so," she indicated how she should dance, 
"an' saying out ver' loud, 'O ye people! 
Listen, for the loave of all the eight hundred 
thousan' gods and goddesses! Behole, we, 
a poor widow, an' a bebby what got purple 
eyes, which had one hosban', which gone 
off at United States America, to naever return 
no more naever! 4excep' you have seen 
him? No? See! This what I thing. Oh, 
how that is mos' tarrible ! We giving up all 


our august ancestors, an' gods, an' people, 
an' country, oh, awerything, jus' for him, 
an' now he don' naever come no more ! Oh, 
bow that is sad ! Is it not ? Also, he don' 
even divorce us, so that we kin marry with 
'nother mans an' git some food. He ? He 
don' even thing 'bout it! Not liddle bit! 
He forgitting us alas! But we got keep 
his house nine hundred an' ninety-nine year! 
Now thing 'bout that! An' we go'n' starve 
bifore, aexcep' you giving us ah-ah-##/ 
jus' one sen! two sen! mebby fi' sen! Oh, 
for the loave of sorrow, for the loave of 
constancy, for the loave of death, jus' one 
sen! Will you please pity us? In the 
name of the merciful Kwannon we beg. 
Loog! To move your hearts in the inside 
you, we go'n' sing you a song of sorrow 
an' death an' heaven." 

She had acted it all with superb spirit, 
and now she snatched up her samisen, and 
dramatized this also; and so sure was she 
of life and happiness that this is the song of 
sorrow and death she sang: 

" Hikari nodokeki haru no nobe, 
Niwo sakura-no-hana sakari, 
Mure kuru hito no tanoshiki ni, 
Shibashi uki yo ya wasururan. 


" Sunshine on a quiet plain in spring, 
The perfume of the blooming cherry-blossoms, 
The joy of the gathering crowd, 
Filled with love, forget the care of life." 

And then, as always, abandonment and 

"Aha, ha, ha! Aha, ha, ha! What 
you thing, liddle maiden ? Tha' 's good 
song 'bout sorrow, an' death, an' heaven ? 
Aha, ha, ha! What you thing? Speak! 
Say so!" 

She tossed the samisen to its place, and 
sprang savagely at the maid. 

"If that Mr. B. F. Pikkerton see us doing 
alig those" ventured the maid, in the hu- 
mor of her mistress. 

"O-o-o! You see his eye flame an' 
scorch lig lightening! O-o-o! He snatch 
us away to the house so so so!" 

The baby was the unfortunate subject for 
the illustration ofthis. He began to whimper. 

" Rog-a-by, bebby, off in Japan, 
You jus' a picture off of a fan." 

This was from Pinkerton. She had been 
the baby then. 

" Ah, liddle beggar, he di'n' know he go'n' 
make those poetries for you! He don' sus- 


pect of you whichever. Well! I bed you 
we go'n' have some fun when he do. Oh, 
Suzuki! Some day, when the emperor go 
abroad, we will show him. You got say 
these way " she changed her voice to what 
she fancied an impressive male basso: 
" ' Behole, Heaven-Descended-Ruler-Ever- 
lasting-Great-Japan,the first of your subjecks 
taken his eye out those ver' blue heaven 
whence you are descend!' Hence the 
emperor loog on him; then he stop an' 
loog; he kin naever git enough loogs. 
Then he make Trouble a large prince! An' 
me ? He jus' say onto me: ' Continue that 
you bring out such sons.' Aha, ha, ha! 
What you thing ? " 

The maid was frankly skeptical. 

" At least you kin do lig the old nakodo 
wish you for you are most beautiful." 

Cho-Cho-San dropped the baby with a 
reckless thud, and sprang at her again. She 
gripped her throat viciously, then flung her. 
laughing, aside. 

" Speak concerning marriage once more, 
an' you die. An' tha' 's 'nother thing. You 
got know at his United States America, if one 
is marry one got stay marry oh, for aever 
an' aever! Yaes! Nob'y cannot git him- 


self divorce, aexcep' in a large court-house 
an' jail. Tha' 's way with he that Mr. B. F. 
Pikkerton an' me that Mrs. B. F. Pikker- 
ton. If he aever go'n' divorce me, he got take 
me at those large jail at that United States 
America. Tha' 's lot of trouble; hence he 
rather stay marry with me. Also, he lig be 
marry with me. Now loog! He leave me 
a 'mos' largest lot money in Japan; he give 
me his house for live inside for nine hundred 
an' ninety-nine year. I cannot go home at 
my grandmother, account he make them 
outcast me. Sa-ay, you liddle foolish ! He 
coming when the robins nest again. Aha! 
What you thing? Say so! " 

The maid should have been excused for 
not being always as recklessly jubilant as 
her mistress ; but she never was. And now, 
when she chose silence rather than speech 
(which was both more prudent and more 
polite), she took it very ill. 



IF Pinkerton had told her to go home, 
even though she had no home to go to, she 


would have been divorced without more 
ado. Perhaps she was logical (for she rea- 
soned as he had taught her she had never 
reasoned before) in considering that as he 
had distinctly told her not to do so, it was 
an additional surety for his return. 

Cho-Cho-San again took up the happier 
side of the matter. The baby was asleep. 

"An' also, what you thing we bedder 
doing when he come ? " 

She was less forcible now, because less 
certain. This required planning to get the 
utmost felicity out of it what she always 
strove for. 

" Me ? I thing I dun;/0," the maid con- 
fessed diplomatically. 

"Aha, ha, ha! You dunwo? Of course 
you dunno whichever! Well I go'n' tell 
you." The plan had been born and ma- 
tured that instant in her active little brain. 
"Jus' recornleck 't is a secret among you an' 
me. We don' tell that Mr. Trouble. Hoash! 
He don' kin keep no secret. Well, listen! 
We go'n' watch with that spying-glasstill his 
ship git in. Then we go'n' put cherry- 
blossoms aevery where; an' if 't is night, 
we go'n' hang up 'bout 'mos' one thousan' 
lanterns 'bout 'mos' one thousan'! Then 


we wait. Jus' when we see him coming 
up that hill so so so so," she lifted 
her kimono, and strode masculinely about 
the apartment, "then! We hide behine 
the shoji, where there are holes to peep." 
She glanced about to find them. "Alas! 
they all mended shut! But" she sav- 
agely ran her finger through the paper 
"we soon make some, aha, ha, ha! So!" 
She made another for the maid. They illus- 
trated this phase of her mood with their 
eyes at the holes. " Then we lie quiet lig 
mice, an' make believe we gone 'way. Bet- 
ter n't we leave liddle note: ' Gone 'way for- 
aever. Sayonara, Butterfly ' ? No ; tha' 's 
too long for him. He git angery those ways 
on the first word, an' say those remark 'bout 
debbil, an' hell, an' all kind loud languages. 
Tha' 's time, bifore he gitting too angery, to 
rush out, an' jump all roun' his neck, aha!" 
This was also illustrated. 

But, alas ! the maid was too realistic. 

" Sa-ayJ not you jump roun' his neck 
jus' me." 

Cho-Cho-San paused ecstatically. But 
the maid would not have it so. She had 
seen them practise such divine foolery, 
very like two reckless children, but never 


had she seen anything with such dramatic 
promise as this. 

" Oh! an' what he say then," she begged, 
with wild interest, "an' what he do?" 

Madame Butterfly was reenergized by the 
maid's applause. 

" Ah-h-h! " she sighed. " He don' say 
jus' he kiss us, oh, 'bout three seven ten 
a thousan' time! An' amberace us two 
thousan' time 'bout 'mos' tha' 's wha! he 
do till we got make him stop, aha, ha, ha! 
account he might might kill us ! Tha' 's 
ver' bad to be kill kissing." 

Her extravagant mood infected the maid. 
She had long ago begun to wonder whether, 
after all, this American passion of affection 
was altogether despicable. She remembered 
that her mistress had begun by regarding it 
thus; yet now she was the most daringly 
happy woman in Japan. 

"Say more," the maid pleaded. 

Cho-Cho-San had a fine fancy, and the 
nesting of the robins could not, at the long- 
est, be much longer delayed now; she let it 

"Well," she was making it up as she 
went, "when tha' 's all done, he loog 
roun' those ways lig he doing 'mos' always, 


an' he see sump'n', an' he say: 'Oh, 'e\-lo 
el-\o \ Where you got that chile ? ' I say : 
'Ah oh ahf I thing mebby you lig own 
one, an' I buy 'im of a man what din' wan' 
no bebby with those purple eye an' bald 
hairs.' An' he as' me, 'What you pay?' 
Americans always as' what you pay. I say : 
' Oh, lemme see. I thing, two yen an' two 
sen. Tha' 's too moach for bald bebby ? ' 
What you thing ? But tha' 's a time he say- 
ing: ' I bed you tha' 's a liar; an' you fooling 
among me.' Then he gitting angery, an' I 
hurry an' say, one las' time, ' Tha' 's right/ 
I tole you liddle lie for a fun. I di'n' pay 
nawth'mg for him, aexcep' sa-ayf ' Then 
I whisper a thing inside his ear, jus' a liddle 
thing, an' he see! Aha, ha, ha! Then he 
say once more, las' time, ah, what you 
thing, Suzuki ? " 

But the girl would not diminish her plea- 
sure by guessing. 

" ' Godamighty ! ' Aha, ha, ha! " 

" Tha' 's all things you know ? " ques- 
tioned the maid, reproachfully, " an' all 
things you do ? " 

She had a right to feel that she had been 
defrauded out of a proper denouement. 

" Ah-h-h-h ! What would you have that 


is more ? Jus' joy an' glory foraevermore! 
Tha' 's 'nough. What you thing? You 
know that song ? 

" 'T is life when we meet, 
'T is death when we part. " 

Her mistress had grown plaintive in those 
two lines. 

"I hear him sing that," murmured the 
maid, comfortingly. 

Her spirits vaulted up again. 

" But ah! You aever hear him sing ?" 

She snatched up the samisen again, and 
to its accompaniment sang, in the pretty 
jargon he had taught her (making if as 
grotesque as possible, the more to amuse 

" I call her the belle of Japan of Japan; 
Her name it is O Cho-Cho-San Cho-Cho-San; 
Such tenderness lies in her soft almond eyes, 
I tell you she 's just ichi ban." 

"Tha' 's me aha, ha, ha! Sa-ay you 
thing he aever going away again when he 
got that liddle chile, an' the samisen, an' the 
songs, an' all the joy, an' an' me?" And 
another richly joyous laugh. 

" Oh, you an' the samisen an' joy poof ! " 


said the maid. "But the chile tha' 's 
'nother kind thing, slexcep' be grow up, 
an' go 'way after his father ? " 

She was odiously unsatisfied. She would 
leave nothing to fate to heaven Shaka. 
But out of her joyous future her mistress 
satisfied even this grisly doubt. 

" Ah-h-h! But we go'n' have more lig 
steps of a ladder, up, up, up! An' all 
purple eyes oh, aevery one! An' all 
males! Then, if one go 'way, we got 
'nother an' 'nother an' 'nother. Then, how 
kin he, that Mr. B. F. Pikkerton, ae-ver go 
'way? Aha!" 

" Yaet, O Cho-Cho-San, if you" 

Was this a new doubt ? It will never be 

"Stop! Tha' 's 'nother thing. You got 
call me O Cho-Cho-San, an' Missus Ben-ja- 
meen Frang-a-leen Pikkerton. Sa-0>v you 
notize how that soun' gran' when my hos- 
ban' speaking it that aways ? Yaes ! 'Mos' 
lig I was a emperess. Listen! I tell you 
'nother thing, which is 'nother secret among 
you an' me jus' : I thing it is more nize to 
be call that away jus' Missus Ben-ja-meen 
Frang-a-leen Pikkerton than Heaven-De- 
scended-Female - Ruler-Everlasting-Great- 


Japan, aha! Sa-oy; how I loog if I an 
emperess? What you thing?" 

She imitated the pose and expression of 
her empress very well. 

" If your face liddle longer you loog ezag' 
lig," said the maid. 

But her mistress was inclined to be more 

" Ah, no. But I tell you who loog lig a' 
emperor jus' ezag' that Mr. B. F. Pikker- 
ton, when he got that unicorn upon him, 
with gole all up in front an' down behine!" 

And at this gentle treason there was no 
protest from the patriotic maid. 



THE baby continued to sleep. He rather 
justified the praises of his mother. He was 
as good as a Japanese baby, and as good- 
looking as an American one. 

Somebody was without. There was a 
polite and subdued clattering of clogs in 
the entrance. 


" Gomen nasai " (" I beg your pardon "). 

It was a familiar, deprecatory voice, ac- 
companied by the clapping of hands. 

Cho-Cho-San smiled wearily, and called 
the maid. 

"Oh, Suzuki, Goro the nakodo he is 
without. Shaka and all the gods defend us 

The two exchanged glances of amuse- 
ment, and the maid proceeded to admit him. 

Madame Butterfly received him with the 
odious lack of ceremony her independent 
life with Pinkerton had bred. She was 
imperially indifferent. The go-between 
pointed out how sad this was to as beau- 
tiful a woman as she. 

" Is it a trouble to you ? " she asked, 
perking her head aside. 

The nakodo only sighed gloomily. 

Madame Butterfly laughed. 

"Poor, nize liddle ole man," said she, 
with specious pity, in politest English ; " do 
not trouble 'bout me. Do not arrive any 
more if it pains you." 

"I must; you have no parents now nor 
anyone. You are outcast." 

" Ah-h-h ! But will you not permit me to 
suffer the lack ? " 


" But you will never be married ! " 

" Again ? " 

"Well yes, again, then." 

"How tarrible! " 

He took this quite seriously, and became 
more cheerful. 

" Yes; a beautiful woman like you must 
have a husband." 

"Yaes. Thangs; I got one. Do you 
perhaps mean more ? " 

"I mean a Japanese husband." 

" Oh ah ? That will have me a month, 
and then divorce me ? And then another, 
and another, and another ? " 

She was becoming belligerent. 

" How is it better with you now ? " 

She recovered her good humor. 

"At America one is married foraever 
aexcep' the other die. Aha! What you 
thing? Your marriages are not so." 

She had been speaking indifferently both 
languages, and now the nakodo, who was 
not apt at English, begged her to explain 
this in Japanese. She did so. 

" Yamadori has lived long at America, 
and he says it is not thus. Is it not safe to 
rely upon his excellent wisdom ? " 

"No; for I, which am foolish, are wiser 


than both you an' he. / know. You jus' 
guess. Aeverybody got stay marry at United 
States America. No one can git divorce, 
aexcep' he stay in a large court-house, all full 
judges with long faces, an' bald on their 
heads, long, longtime; mebby two four- 
seven year! Now jus' thing 'bout that how 
that is tiresome! Tha' 's why no one don' 
git no divorce; they too tire' to wait. Firs', 
the man he got go an' stan' bifore those 
judge, an' tell all he thing 'bout it. Then 
the woman she got. Then some lawyers 
quarrel with those judge ; an' then the judges 
git jury, an' as' 'em what they thing 'bout it; 
an' if they don' know they all git put in 
jail till they git done thinging 'bout it, 
an' whether they go'n' git divorce or not. 
Aha! " 

" Where did you learn that ? " asked the 
old nakodo, aghast. 

"Oh ah-that Mr. B. F. Pikkerton "- 
she assumed a grander air "that Mr. Ben- 
ja-meen Frang-a-leen Pikkerton my hos- 
ban' " She smiled engagingly, and held 
out her pretty hands, as who should say : " Is 
not that sufficient ? " 

It was so evidently the invention of Pin- 
kerton that it seemed superfluous to make 


the explanation. The nakodo said curtly 
that he did not believe it. 

Not believe what Mr. B. F. Pinkerton had 

Cho-Cho-San was exasperated. The en- 
gaging smile had been wasted. She flung 
the blue-eyed baby up before him. 

" Well, then, do you believe that?" 

She laughed almost malignantly. The 
marriage-broker gulped down this fearful 
indignity as best he might. He hoped 
there were not going to be any more such 
women in Japan as the result of foreign 
marriages. Still, even this phase of the situ- 
ation had been discussed with his client. 

" But Yamadori, who was bred to the law, 
tells me that our law prevails in such a 
matter, the marriage having taken place 

She gave a gasp, and cried like a savage 
wounded animal: 

" Yamadori lies! " 

The nakodo was silenced. She crushed 
the baby so fiercely to her breast that he 
began to cry. 

"Sb!" she commanded harshly. He 
looked up for an incredulous instant, then 
burrowed his head affrightedly into her 


kimono. She turned upon the nakodo in 
magnificent scorn. 

" Ohyoufoo-el! You thing he naever 
arrive back. Tha' 's what you thing in 
secret! He? He do!" 

She snatched a photograph from an easel 
at the tokonoma, tore the child from his 
hiding, and held them up together. Her 
purpose was quite evident. 

The nakodo was thoroughly frightened. 
She recovered her poise and her control of 
the situation. 

"Now what you thing? Aha, ha, ha! 
Sa-ay I bed you all moaneys he go'n' come 
'mos' one millions mile for see that chile! 
Tha' 's what I all times praying Shaka an' 
the augustnesses for one chile ezag' lig 
him. Well, sa-qyf I got him. An' now 
that Mr. Ben-ja-meen Frang-a-leen Pikker- 
ton he got come back hoarry even if he 
don' lig. He cannot stand it. But he do 


All her passion was gone now, and her 
sure gladness returned. She was nai've and 
intimate and confidential again. 

" Sa-ay ! Firs' I pray his large American 
God, that huge Godamighty, but tha' 's 
no use. He don' know me where I live. 


Then I pray Shaka an' all the kaimyo of the 
augustnesses in the god-house. I thing 
they don' hear me, account they outcasted 
me when I marry with that Mr. B. F. Pik- 
kerton. But" she smiled at her pretty 
celestial cajolery " I pray them so long an' 
so moach more than they aever been pray 
with bifore that they feel good all times, 
an' an' "there was finality in this "an' 
7 is use. An' mebby I not all outcasted ! 
Don' tell him. He he laugh upon my 
gods, an' say they jus' wood an' got no 
works in them. An' he all times call the 
augustnesses bag nombers! Jus' he don' 
know till he fine out. Aha, ha, ha! " 

" If he returns he will probably take the 
child away with him that is his right," 
chanted the sad-faced nakodo. 

But nothing could ruffle Madame Butterfly 
now. She laughed sibilantly at this owl- 
like ignorance. 

" Oh-h-h ! How you don' know things ! 
How you don' onderstan' me what I mean, 
whichever! Of course he take that chile 
away with him of course! An' me me 
also; an' Suzuki, aha! An' we go an' live 
in his castle for aever an' aever! " 

The improbability of changing the girl's 


point of view began to dawn upon the slow 
intellect of the nakodo. 

" At least, Yamadori wishes for a look-at 
meeting. I have promised him. Will you 
not grant this ? " 

Cho-Cho-San shook her head at him 

" An' if I do not, he not go'n' pay you 
one present ? " 

She laughed wildly, and the nakodo by a 
grin admitted the impeachment. 

" Well," the spirit of mischief possessed 
the girl, " sa-ay I don' keer. Let him 
come. He lig for see me; I lig for see him. 
An' if I say I go'n' marry him, he got hoarry 
an' marry 'me right away. Aha! What 
you thing 'bout those?" 

The nakodo said delightedly .that that 
was precisely what he sought. 

"Yaes; but suppose they put me in a 
large jail, an' got loog out between bar- 
so," she illustrated, "an' don' git naw- 
thing for eat; he go'n' stay all times behine 
my side, an' comforting me ? Hoi' my 
hand ? Lemme weep upon him ? I dunwo. 
Mebby they cut my hade off me. Then he 
got git his hade cut off, too, an' go the road 
to Meido together with without those 


hade! Oh, how that is tarrible! An' sup- 
pose" she whispered it horridly " that 
Mr. B. F. Pikkerton aha, ha, ha! arrive?" 

The nakodo was not sure how much of 
this was meant seriously. They were ex- 
tremely unusual humors to him. But she 
had consented to the meeting, and he 
promptly took her at her word. 

" When, then, will it please you to have 
me bring Yamadori ? " 

" When you lig nize liddle ole friend." 

The nakodo fixed that day a week. 

As he was going, Cho-Cho-San laughingly 
asked : 

" Sa-oy/ How often he been marry ? " 

" But twice, " the nakodo replied virtuously. 

" An" both times divorce ? " 

He admitted that this was the case. 

" An' both times jus' on visit from United 
States America jus' liddle visit? so 
long ? " She spread her hands. 

Under her laughing gaze it seemed best 
to admit it. 

" Oh ! be he jus' marry 'nother for fun 
whenever he thing 'bout it. Then he forgit 
it when he don' thing 'bout it, and marry 
'nother. Say so!" 

He heard her laugh again as he left the 


courtyard; but he had confidence in the 
ability of Yamadori to accomplish his pur- 
pose if he could be brought into contact 
with her. He was one of the modern pen- 
sioned princes of Japan, a desirable matrimo- 
nial article, and preternaturally fascinating. 



THE look-at meeting came about as planned. 
There was a distinct air of state about Ma- 
dame Butterfly's house on that day. The 
baby, and all the frivolities that attended 
him, were in banishment. The apartment 
had been enlarged by the rearrangement of 
the shoji. At the head of it, statuesque in 
her most brilliant attire, sat Cho-Cho-San. 
Japanese women are accomplished actresses ; 
and looking in upon Cho-Cho-San just at 
the moment of Yamadori's arrival, one 
would not have known her. She was as 
unsmiling, as emotionless, as the Dai-Butsu. 
The grave ceremonies attending the 
advent of a candidate for matrimony went 
forward with almost no recognition from 
Cho-Cho-San until they had come to the 


point where they might seat themselves 
before her, to inspect and be inspected. 
Then she struck her fan against her palm, 
and Suzuki appeared, and set the tobaco-bon 
between them. 

Yamadori suggested somewhat the ready- 
made clothier inevitable evidence of his 
transformation ; otherwise he was the aver- 
age modern Japanese, with high-gibbeted 
trousers, high collar, high hat, and eye- 
glass. He might not converse directly 
with Cho-Cho-San, especially concerning 
the business in hand; but he was not pro- 
hibited from conferring with the nakodo 
about it in her presence. The rule of deco- 
rum for such an occasion simply decreed 
that she should be blind and deaf concerning 
what went on. The convenience of the ar- 
rangement is obvious. The nakodo, the rep- 
resentative of both parties, was happily per- 
mitted, on the part of the one, to regard what 
was happening as if it had not happened, 
and, on the part of the other, as if it had. 

"She is quite as beautiful as you said," 
remarked Yamadori, after a careful inspec- 
tion with his glass. 

The nakodo nodded virtuously, and filled 
his pipe. His client lighted a cigarette. 


Cho-Cho-San did not even smile. 

"And her father, you say, was on the 
emperor's side in the Satsuma rebellion ? " 

The marriage-broker satisfied his client 
to the last particular of her father's bloody 
sacrificial end at Jokoji. 

"And you have told her faithfully of 
me ? " He paused on the last word to note 
its effect upon Cho-Cho-San. There was 
none, and he hastened to add cumulatively, 
" And my august family ? " He paused 
again. But again there was no sign from 
the lady of the house. She was staring out 
over his head. " And have offered her my 
miserable presents ? " 

To each of these the broker answered lu- 
gubriously yes. 

"Then why, in the name of the -gods, 
does she wait ? " 

The nakodo explained with a sigh that 
she had declined his presents. 

" I will send her others. They shall be a 
thousand times more valuable. Since I have 
seen her I know that the first must have 
been an affront." 

She kept her eyes up, but Yamadori un- 
questionably smiled in the direction of Cho- 
Cho-San as if she were a woman of joy! 


The light of battle came into the stony 
eyes of the girl. She clapped her hands 
almost viciously. The little maid appeared. 

" Tea! " she said. 

The maid brought the tea; and with that 
splendid light of danger still in her eyes, 
Cho-Cho-San served it. With the air of a 
princess she put on in an instant all the 
charms of a mousmee. She gave back smile 
for smile now, and jest for jest. She begged 
Yamadori, with the most charming upward 
inflections, to put away his cigarette and 
take her shippo pipe, and he did it. That was 
Japanese, she said, her cigarettes were not. 
Was it not so ? with a resistless movement 
toward him. She let him touch her hands 
in the passage of the cups. She enveloped 
him with the perfume of her garments. She 
possessed him wholly in one dizzy instant. 

" I will give her a castle to live in," said 
Yamadori, breathlessly. 

The nakodo sighed. Cho-Cho-San refilled 
his pipe with an incomparable grace. 

"Ah!" she permitted her lips to breathe 
very softly. 

"She shall have a thousand servants." 

There was no audible response from the 
nakodo, but his eyes gleamed avidly. 


Cho-Cho-San returned the pipe, smiling 
dazzlingly. It seemed almost yes with her. 

"Everything her heart can wish!" cried 
Yamadori, recklessly. 

The nakodo turned beseechingly toward 
the girl. She lifted her eyebrows. He did 
not understand. As she passed him she 

" Is it enough ? " 

Still he did not understand. 

" Have we earned the present ? " she 

"I will give a solemn writing," added 
Yamadori, fervidly. 

" She still fancies herself perhaps married 
to the American," sighed the nakodo. 

Yamadori laughed disagreeably. 

"If your Excellency would condescend 
to explain " 

" Oh, she is not serious. A sailor has a 
sweetheart in every port, you know." 

Cho-Cho-San whispered something to the 
nakodo. She still smiled. 

"But she is perhaps his wife," answered 
he, obediently. 

"Yes," said Yamadori, as if they were 
the same. 

Cho-Cho-San whispered again. 


11 But the child there is a most accom- 
plished child ? " said the nakodo. 

"Yes," said the traveled Japanese, with 
the same smile and the same intonation. 

There was a distinct silence. Cho-Cho- 
San smiled more vividly. But her nostrils 
moved rapidly in and out. The nakodo 
grew anxious. Yamadori cast his eyes 
toward the ceiling, and continued: 

" A sailor does not know the difference. 
In no other country are children esteemed 
as they are here. In America it is different. 
People sometimes deny them. They are left 
in a basket at some other person's door. But 
the person does not receive them. They are 
then cared for by the municipality as waifs. 
It is shameful to be such a child. There are 
great houses and many officers in each city 
for the care of these. They are an odious 
class by themselves, and can never rise 
above their first condition." 

The nakodo glanced askance at his client. 
He had not the slightest objection to a man 
who would lie a little to win his cause, but 
to lie too much was to lose it. 

" I myself knew a man whose child be- 
came a cripple. He sent him to the mayor 
of the city, saying that as the cars of the 


city had injured him, the city must bring 
him up. He was sent to the poorhouse, 
and afterward to the stone-quarries. It was 
a most piteous sight." 

Cho-Cho-San bent again to the ear of the 
old man. There was a tremor in her voice 

" Had he eyes of purple ? " asked the 

"He was beautiful of face; but surely 
eyes of purple are not desirable ? " Yama- 
dori brought his own down from the ceiling 
and leveled them at Cho-Cho-San. She still 
smiled, but there was a bright-red spot in 
each cheek now. " But he was misshapen, 
and he was never known to laugh. I saw 
many such. I saw a child whose father 
had deserted it, and the mother" 

Madame Butterfly clapped her hands 
again. The maid appeared promptly; she 
had expected the summons. 

" Suzuki good Suzuki, the excellent 
gentlemen the august" she swept a royal 
gesture toward them" who have done us 
the honor to call, they wish to go hurriedly. 
Their shoes will you not hasten them ? " 

With a final brilliant smile she turned her 
back upon them and left the room. 


"YouR story of the rejected child did it," 
reproached the nakodo, on the way. 

"I had not got to the worst," said his 
client, ruefully. " I meant to cite an exam- 
ple exactly to suit her own case." 

" Lucky she turned us out when she did, 

' ' What do you mean, sir ?" demanded the 
suitor, in sudden wrath. 

"Oh," said the broker, in polite haste, "I 
was beginning to feel ill." 

The irony of this escaped the client. Still, 
Goro would have had a less opinion of Yama- 
dori if, having lied once, he had not lied again 
in defense of the first. 

Though Yamadori came no more, he had 
brought the serpent to Madame Butterfly's 



ONE day she took her courage, and the maid's 
too, for that matter, in both hands, and called 
upon the American consul. She saw the vice- 
consul. There was a west wind, and it was 
warm at Nagasaki. He was dozing. When 


he woke, Madame Butterfly was bowing 
before him. At a little distance was the maid 
with the blond baby strapped to her back. 
He was unable to account for them imme- 

" Goon night, "said Cho-Cho-San, smiling 

The consul glanced apprehensively about. 

"Night! Not night, is it?" 

They both discovered the error at the same 

"Ah! no, no, no! Tha' 's mis-take. Me 
I 'm liddle raddle'. Aexcuse us. Tha' 's not 
nize, mak' mis-take. We got call you good 
morning, I egspeg, or how do ? What you 

"Whichever you like," he answered, 
without a smile. 

Then Cho-Cho-San waited for something 
further from the consul. Nothing came. 
She began to suspect that it was her busi- 
ness to proceed instead of his. 

"I I thing mebby you don' know me ? " 
she questioned, to give him a chance. 

" Oh, yes, I do," declared the consul. In 
fact, everybody knew her, for one reason and 
another her baby, her disowning, her 
beauty, her "American" marriage. "You 


areO Cho-Cho-San,the daughter " he for- 
got her father's name, though he had often 
heard it. "You used to dance, did you 

"Aha! See! Tha' 's what I thing. You 
don' know me whichaever. I nobody's 
daughter; jus' Missus Ben-ja no! Missus 
Frang-a-leen Ben-ja-meen no, no, no! 
Missus Ben-ja-meen Frang-a-leen Pikkerton. 
Aeverybody else outcast me. Aha, ha, ha! 
I liddle more raddle'." 

"Oh!" The consul was genuinely sur- 
prised, and for the first time looked with 
interest at the child. Cho-Cho-San, to aid 
him, took Trouble from the maid. Finally he 
politely asked her what he could do for her. 

"I got as' you a thing." 

She returned the baby to the maid. 

"Proceed," said the consul. 

" You know 'bout birds in your country? " 

"Yes, something." 

"Ah! tha' 's what I thing. You know 
aeverylhing. Tha' 's why your country sen' 
you here account you ver' wise." 

"You do me too much honor," laughed 
the consul. 

' ' You don' know ? " 

She was distinctly alarmed. 


"Everything? No; only a few things." 

'"Bw/you know 'bout birds robins 
jus' liddle robins ? " 

Her inflections denounced it a crime not 
to know. He was not proof against this, or 
against these. 

"Oh, yes," he said; "of course." 

"Aha! Of course. Tha' 's what I all 
times thinging. Tha' 's mis-take, by you ? " 

They could laugh together now. 

" Ah ! Tell me, then, if you please, when 
do those robin nest again ? Me ? .1 thing it is 
later than in Japan, is it not ? Account jus' 
account the robin nesting again jus' now in 

The consul said yes because the girl so 
evidently desired it not because he knew. 

"Aha! Tha' 's what I thing. Later 
moach later than in Japan, is it not?" 

Again her fervid emphasis obliged him to 
say yes, somewhat against his conscience. 

' ' An' sa-ay f When somebody gitting 
marry with 'nother body at your America, 
don' he got stay, marry ? " 

"Usually yes; decidedly yes; even 
sometimes when he does n't wish to." 

" An' don' madder where they live ?" 

"Not at all." 


" Ah-h-h! How that is nize! Sa-ay ; you 
know all 'bout that. What you thing ?" 

"Well, I know more about that than 
about ornithology. You see, I 've been mar- 
ried, but I 've never been a a robin." 

The joke passed quite unnoticed. She put 
her great question: 

"An' no one can't git divorce from 'nother 
aexcep' in a large court-house full judge ?" 

' ' Yes, " laughed the consul ; ' ' that is true. " 

" An* that take a ver' long time ?" 

"Yes; nearly always. The law's de- 

" An' sometimes they git inside a jail ? " 

She was so avid that she risked the very 
great discourtesy of an interruption and 
that, too, without a word of apology. Su- 
zuki was, for an instant, ashamed for her. 

"Occasionally that happens, too, I be- 

Every doubt had been resolved in her 

' ' An' if they got a nize bebby yaet don' 
they ah, don' aeverybody lig that ? " 

" I did, very much. Mine is a fine boy." 

" Sa-ayJ He loog lig you purple eye, 
bald hairs, pink cheek ? " 

"I'm afraid he does." 



"Glad, then." 

"Oh! 'Fraid mean glad ? Yaes. Tha' 's 
way Mr. B. F. Pikkerton talking don' 
mean what he say an' don' say what he 
mean ezag'." 

The consul laughed, but he could not quite 
understand the drift of her questioning. 

"If people have a nize bebby alig that, 
they don' give him away, not to nob'y 
ndb'y they don' lig? What you 

" I should think not ! " For a moment he 
looked savage as a young father can. 

Cho-Cho-San's face glowed. She stood 
consciously aside, that the consul might the 
better see the baby on Suzuki's back. He 
understood, and smiled in the good-fellow- 
ship of new parenthood. He made some 
play with the child, and called him a fine 

" Ah ! You naever seen no soach bebby, 
I egspeg?" 

In the largess of his fellowship he de- 
clared that he had not. He had only recently 
been engaged in putting the same question 
to his friends. She had hoped, indeed, that 
he would go on from that and say more, 
the subject so abundantly merited it; but 


she now remembered that, in her haste to 
satisfy her doubts, she had neglected all 
those innumerable little inquiries which go 
to make up the graceful game of Japanese 
courtesy. Though she might neglect them 
with Pinkerton, she must not with a stranger 
who was obliging her. 


"An! How is that health? Also, I am 
sawry I woke you up, excellent, an' that I 
interrup' your languages. That is not a 
happy for the most exalted health to be 
wake up an' interrup'. Therefore, I pray 
your honorable pardon. An' how is that 

The consul said that he was quite well. 

" Ah, bow that is nize! An' you always 
sleeping well, most honorable ?" 

He nodded. 

" Yaes 1 hear you sleep. Oh! Tha' 's 
not joke! No, no, no!" 

He had laughed, but she would never do 

' ' But I do snore, I believe sometimes. " 


He was not proud of even this, of course. 

<( Ob ! Jus' lig gen-tie bree-zes." 

He said that he could not do better than 
adopt this charming euphemism. 

" Also, how ole you gitting ver' soon ? " 


A Japanese always adds a few years. She 
therefore thought him younger, and her 
veneration abated accordingly. But he was 
in fact older. 

"Tha' 's also nize ver' nize. I wish I 
so ole. That Mr. B. F. Pikkerton he lig me 
more if I older, I thing." She sighed. 

"I don't know about that. The Ameri- 
can point of view differs." But he would 
not meddle. " How old are you, pray ? " 

This was only the proper return for her 
courtesy. Besides, the consul was enjoy- 
ing the usually dull game of decorum to-day. 
The girl was piquant in a most dazzling 

' ' Me ? I 'bout 'bout " (what he had 
said made her doubt a little the Japanese 
idea) '"bout 'mos' twenty-seven when the 
chrysanthemum blooms again." 

She was seventeen. 

"Yaes, 'bout 'mos' twenty-seven " 
with a barely perceptible rising inflection. 


He acquiesced in the fiction, but smiled 
at the way she hung her head and blushed; 
this was not the Japanese way of telling 
one's age (or any other gentle lie). 

"You got a grandmother?" she pro- 

"Two," alleged the consul. 
" Tha' 's ver' splen-did. An' is she well in 
her healths also ?" 
"Which one?" 

She passed the joke, if she saw it. No 
Japanese will make his parent the subject 
of one. 

"The oleone always the ole one firs'." 

The consul felt queerly chidden. 

"She was well at last accounts." 

"Tha' 's nize. An' the young one ? " 

"The same. And now, about yours?" 

"Alas! I have not that same happiness 

lig you. I got not ancestors whichever. 

They all angery account that Mr. B. F. Pik- 

kerton, so they outcast me out the family. 

He don' lig that they live with him, account 

they bag nombers. He an' me go'n' be only 

bag nomber, he say. He big boss bag nom- 

ber, me jus' liddle boss bag nomber. Me ? 

I don' got ancestors before me nor behine 

me now. Hence they don' show me the 


way to Meido when I die. Well, me ? I 
don' keer whichever. I got hosban' an 
bebby tha' 's mos' bes' nize in Japan, mebby 
in the whole wotT. An' I kin go at 
Nirvana by 'nother road, aha! if I moast." 

The kindly consul better than she under- 
stood both the effect of this separation of 
her from her ''ancestors," and the tempera- 
ment of Pinkerton. He undertook, not- 
withstanding his resolution not to meddle, 
a tentative remonstrance. She listened po- 
litely, but he made no impression. 

" You must not break with your relatives. 
If Pinkerton should not, should well, die, 
you know, you would indeed be an out- 
cast. If your own people would have 
nothing to do with you, nobody else would. 
It must, of course, be known to you that 
your marriage with Pinkerton has put 
-you in unfortunate relations with every- 
body; the Japanese because you have of- 
fended them, the foreigners because he has. 
What would you do in such a case ? " 

"Me? I could dance, mebby, or or 

But she laughed as she said it. Then 
she acknowledged his rebuking glance. 

" 4 excuse me, tha' 's not nize? Well, 


it is not so easy to die as it was bifore 
he came." She sighed happily. 

The consul was curious. 

"Why?" he asked. 

' ' Why ? He make my life more sweet. " 

"But that is no reason for quarreling 
with your family." 

" But they don' wan' me, because my 
hosban' don' wan' them ! Henceforth I got 
go 'way from my hosban' if I wan' them ; 
an' if I wan' him more bedder, I got go 
'way from them. No madder whichever, 
I got go 'way from some one. Well, I wan' 
those hosban' more bedder than any. Sa-ay f 
Tha' 's a foanny! They make me marry 
with him when / don' wish him; now I am 
marry with him, they don' wish him. Jus', 
after my father he kill hisself sticking with 
short sword, tha' 's how we gitting so poor 
oh, ver' poor ! Me ? I go an' dance liddle, 
so we don' starve. Also, I thing if some- 
body wish me I git married for while, ac- 
count that grandmother got have food an' 
clothings. Well, those ver' grandmother 
she as' the ole nakodo 'bout it ; she lig me 
git marry with some one. He say mans jus' 
as' him other day kin he git him nize wife, 
an' he don' know none nizer." 


She paused to let the consul make sure 
of this fact, which he did, and then acknow- 
ledged the appreciation she had provoked 
with a charming smile. 

"Whichever, he say he thing I don' lig 
him, account he America-jin, he. also re- 
marking with me that he a barbarian an' a 
beas'. Well, me? I say I don' wan' him. 
I 'fraid beas'. 'But aevery one else they 
sayyaes yaes, ah, yaes he got moaney, 
an' for jus' liddle while I got endure him. 
So I say, 'Bring me that beas'.' An' lo! 
one day the ole nakodo he bringing him for 
look-at meeting. Well! " 

She paused to laugh, and so infectious was 
it that the consul adventurously joined her. 

"At firs' I thing him a god, he so tall an' 
beautiful, an' got on such a blue clothes all 
full golden things. An' he don' sit 'way, 
'way off, an' jus' talk ! " 

She laughed abandonedly. 

" He make my life so ver' joyous, I thing 
I naever been that happy." 

She had an access of demureness. 

"Oh, jus' at firs' I frighten'; account he 
sit so close with me an' hoi' my han' 
an' as' if it made satin. Aha, ha, ha ! Satin ! 


She gave them both to him. They were 
deliciously pretty; but the consul was em- 
barrassed by his possession of them. She 
began slowly to withdraw them, and then 
he let them go with regret. 

" I beg your august pardon. I jus' thing- 
ing in the inside me, an' speaking with the 
outside. Tha' 's not nize. You don' keer 
nothing 'bout that those ? " 


He thought she meant the hands and 
perhaps she did. 

"Jus" those liddle story." 

"Yes, I do," declared the consul, with 
some relief; " it is a charming story." And 
it was, for Cho-Cho-San's eyes and hands 
took part in its telling as well as her lips. 

"You mean you lig hear more?" 

"Yes." She reflected an. instant. "I 
thing there is no more. Jus' yaes, jus' 
after while I naever git frighten' no more 
no madder how close, nor how he hoi' 
my hand." 

"But then you I beg pardon you 
were married ? I think you said so ?" 

"Oh, yaes," she replied, as if that had 
made little difference in their situation; "I 
marry with him." 


" I think his ship was then ordered to " 

She nodded. 

"Alas! he got go an' serve his country. 
But he go'n' come back, an' keep on being 
marry with me. What you thing ? " 

The consul contrived to evade the inter- 

"Is that why you asked about the 
robins ?" 

"Yaes; he go'n' come when the robins 
nest again. He ? He don' naever egspeg 
we got this nize bebby, account I don' tell 
him. I don' kin tell him. I don' know 
where he is. But me? I don' tell if I 
know, account he rush right over here, an' 
desert his country, an' henceforth git in a 
large trouble mebby with that President 
United States America, an' that large God- 
dess Liberty Independence! What you 
thing ?" 



IT was quite superfluous to point out such 
of her ideas as had birth in the fertile brain 
of Pinkerton. Certainly he had enjoyed his 


married life with her, but it was for another 
reason than hers. The consul could observe, 
he thought, how exquisitely amusing it had 
been. It was, too, exactly in Pinkerton's 
line to take this dainty, vivid, eager, form- 
less material, and mold it to his most wan- 
tonly whimsical wish. It was perhaps for- 
tunate for her that his country had had need 
of him so soon after his marriage. 

However, the consul informed her that 
her fears of trouble for Pinkerton from the 
sources mentioned were entirely groundless. 
But this, to his surprise, was not pleasing 
intelligence. She liked to believe (as he had 
let her believe) that Pinkerton occupied a 
large space in the affairs of his country; that 
he was under the special patronage of the 
President, and the Goddess of Liberty was, 
perhaps, her own corollary. But it fitted 
his character as she had conceived it. To 
her he was a god, perhaps. But let it be 
understood that a Japanese god is neither 
austere nor immaculate. 

" Well, whichever," she said, in some dis- 
appointment, "tha' 's a so'prise on him 
when he come. He all times joking with 
me; I make one joke upon him. Tha' 's 
good joke. What you thing?" 


The consul shook his head. The matter 
began to have a sinister look. But the girl's 
faith was sublime. 

"Ah-h-h! You?" Her inflection was 
one of pity for his ignorance. " Tha' 's 
account you don' know him, you shaking 
your nize head. He joking alrtimes. Some- 
time I dunno if he joking, aexcep' he stop, 
look solemn, an' laugh. Then he make the 
house raddle! Oh, mebby you thing I don' 
joke too, also ? Well, tha' 's wws-take. I 
make joke jus' lig him jus' bad. One time 
I make joke with him 'bout run 'way to that 
grandmother, account I don' keer for him 
no more. Well what you thing? He 
say ' 'Ello! Less see how you kin run fas'.' 
Aha, ha, ha! Tha' 's liddle joke upon me. 
Now I go'n' have the larges' joke upon him. 
Sa-ay you got tell him, if you please, 
augustness, that I could n't wait, it was so 
long long long! I got tire'. So lam 
marry with a great an' wise prince name' 
Yamadori Okyo, an' live in a huge castle 
with one thousan' servants, an' an' all my 
hearts kin wish! Aha, ha, ha! Also, that I 
go'n' away to his castle with his purple-eye' 
bebby, to naever return no more naever. 
You go'n' tell him that?" > 


"I would prefer not to have a hand in 
any further that is, any deception," the 
consul objected gravely. 

The girl was amazed 'and reproachful. 

"Ah-h-h! Don' you lig joke? I thing 
aevery American do. Tha' 's not nize for 
me. I got be sawry I telling you all those. 
Alas! How that would be nize for you! 
You see him git angery so quick." She 
smote her hands together. "An' then he 
say those remark 'bout debbil an' hell, an' 
rush up the hill this away." 

She again lifted her kimono, and acted it 
recklessly across the apartment. 

" But, my dear madame " 

She came at him with a voice and move- 
ment that were resistlessly caressing. He 
perceived how useless it would be to pro- 
test further. He acknowledged her protean 

" Ah-h-h ! Please, augustness, to tell him ? 
It will be that ni%e for me! Ah, you go'n' 
do it ? Yaes ? Say so ! " 

The consul had c-apitulated to her voice and 
eyes. This was evident to her. 

"Ah thangs, most excellent. You the 
mos' bes' nize man in the worl' " 

She paused guiltily; even this purely 


Japanese euphemism might be conjugal 

" Except ? " laughed the consul. 

"4excep'," confessed the girl, with droop- 
ing head. 

A smile began to grow upon her lips; 
when she raised her face it was a splendid 

" How we have fun seeing him rush up 
that hill at the house" she was frankly 
dissembling "so!" She illustrated again 
back and forth across the apartment. 
"After that ah after thai well I make 
aeverything correc'." 

She was radiantly certain that she could. 

The consul remembered the saying of the 
professor of rhetoric that no comedy could 
succeed without its element of tragedy. 
Well, Pinkerton might have meant to re- 
turn to her. Any other man probably 
would. He would not have been quite cer- 
tain of himself. Only, that stuff about the 
robins sounded like one of his infernal jokes. 
He probably supposed that she knew what 
he meant farewell ; but she had not so con- 
strued it. Unless Pinkerton had changed, 
he had probably not thought of her again 
except as the prompt wife of another man. 


He never explained anything. It was his 
theory that circumstances always did this 
for one; it was therefore a saving of energy 
to permit circumstances to do it. There 
was a saying in the navy that if any one 
could forget a played game or a spent bottle 
more quickly than Pinkerton, he had not yet 
been born. Providing her with a house and 
money meant nothing. He would probably 
have given her all he had, whether it were 
a dollar or a thousand. But, on the other 
hand, if she had been one of the sudden and 
insane fancies which occasionally visited 
him, the case was altogether different, and 
altogether like Pinkerton; for in the person 
of a fascinating woman the emotion might 
survive the absence in question. For him- 
self, he was quite sure had he been Pinker- 
ton, of course that it would have survived 
something greater. And finally his own 
views prevailed with him as if they were 
Pinkerton's, and he believed that he would 
be delighted to return and resume his charm- 
ing life with her on Higashi Hill. 

He thereupon told her that Lieutenant 
Pinkerton's ship was under orders to stop 
at Nagasaki, the government rendezvous 
for the navy, about the first of September, to 


observe and report the probabilities of war 
with China; and he was instantly glad that 
he had told her. 

The girl's superb joy was expressed in a 
long, indrawn sigh, and then silence. 

But something had to be said or done. 

" I I lig as' you 'nether thing" again 
dissembling, as if the talk were still at the 
trivialities where it began. 

" Certainly," said the consul, with a smile. 
" But won't you have a chair ? " 

He had noticed that she was trembling. 
She sat up unsteadily on the edge of it. And 
then she forgot what she had meant to ask! 

"Sa-ayf " She was still at sea. But 
suddenly a thought flashed in her eyes. 
" All bebbies at your America got those 
purple eye ? " 

" A yes, very many of them," said the 
consul, with a little surprise at her direction. 

" An' an' also bald of their head ? " 

"All of them, I believe, at first." 

He smiled, and the girl smiled back at 
him engagingly. 

" Sa-ay, augustness, he go'n' come for see 
those bebby? What you thing?" Her 
words were like caresses. 

But the rapture growing surely in the girl's 


face now was not reflected in that of the 
consul. Concern for her outweighed her 
fascinations for the moment. 

"I I hope so ' 

She cut off his doubting incontinently. 

" Sa-ay! Mebby you also don' thing he 
go'n' take us live in his large castle at 
United States America ? " she challenged 

" Did he tell you that he would that he 
had one? " 

"No; he don' tell me nawth'mg. He 
laugh, when I as' him, lig the house go'n' 
fall down. But what you thing ? " 

The consul answered her quite briefly. 
He knew that he hurt her, but his impotent 
anger was at Pinkerton; he had not thought 
him capable of that. 

" If I were to advise, I should ask you to 
consider seriously Yamadori's proposal, if 
he has really offered himself. It is a great 
and unusual opportunity for you for any 
girl in in Japan." 

" You thing those ? You ? " 

She looked at him for an amazed and re- 
proachful instant; then gathered her kimono 
in her hand, and pushed her feet into her clogs. 

"Go before, Suzuki," she said gently to 


the maid; to the consul, sorrowfully, 
" Goon night." 

At the door she turned with a ceremonial 
sweep of her draperies, looked, and came 
hurrying back. All the joy had returned to 
her face at the sincere regret almost pain 
she saw upon his. She impulsively grasped 
his hands both of them. 

"Once more different goon night, au- 
gustness." And her voice was very soft. 
"Aha, ha, ha! Me? I jus' a foo-el yaes. 
You? you the mos' bes' nize man in all the 
whole worl' " 

She paused smiling up at him. He un- 
derstood that she wished to repeat their 
pretty play upon the phrase. 

" Except ? " 

She nodded and laughed. 

" Aexcep' Ha, ha, ha!" 

She hurried after the maid, laughing back 
at him confessingly as she went. 

And, after all, the consul was glad it had 
ended thus. For joy is better than sorrow 
always and everywhere. 

WHEN they again reached the pretty house 
on the hill, Cho-Cho-San looked ruefully 
back over the steep road they had come. 


" Oh, how that was tiresome, Suzuki ! 
But be when he comes, it will be jus' 
one two three great strides! How he 
will rush up that hill it cost us so much sweat 
to climb! Lig storm with lightening and 
thunder! Flash ! flash ! flash ! Bourn! bourn! 
bourn ! An' here he is all for jus' liddle me ! 
Then how he will stamp about not remov- 
ing his boots spoiling the mats smashing 
the fusuma shaking the house lig earth- 
quake animal! 'Where is she? Hah! 
Mans tole me she gone an' marry with a 
fool Yamadori! Gone me my purple-eye' 
bebby away.' Then I jump roun' his neck 
bifore he gitting too angery, an' hole his 
han', an' say, close with his ears: ' How do, 
Mr. B. F. Pikkerton ? ' Aha, ha, ha! What 
you thing, Suzuki ? " 
And Suzuki said, in English, too: 
" Tha' 's mos' bes' nize thing laever see ! " 



FROM that time until the seventeenth of Sep- 
tember not a ship entered the harbor but 
under the scrutiny of the glass that Lieuten- 


ant Pinkerton had left at the little house on 
Higashi Hill to read his signals aboard. And 
there were very many of them, for the war 
was imminent. Faith had begun to strain 
a little with unfaith, after the first. It was 
very long; but on the seventeenth his ship 
came into the bay. So like a great bird did 
she come that the glass did not find her until 
her white-and-gold mass veered to make an 
anchorage. Then, all at once, the gilt name 
on her bow was before Cho-Cho-San's eyes. 
It was tragically sudden. With a hurtling 
cry, she fell to the floor. The little maid, 
with Eastern intuition, understood; but she 
said nothing, and did what was best. Both 
she and her mistress and all the world, for 
that matter knew the comfort of this 
speechless, sympathetic service. And pres- 
ently she was better, and could talk. 

" I I di'n' know I so glad, " softly laughed 

But the maid had known what to expect. 

" You go'n' res' liddle now, please, Oku- 
San! You go'n' sleep liddle please, jus' 
liddle res' sleep ? " 

She drew her mistress's eyelids down, and 
lightly held them. Cho-Cho-San shook her 
off, and sprang up, revivified. 


"Res'! Sleep! Not till he come! " 

" Res' peace sleep beauty," chanted 
the maid, persuasively. But her mistress 
would not. 

" Now, hasten lig you got eagle's wings 
an' a thousan' feet! It will not be one hour 
not one half till he will be here. My 
pink kimono widest obi kanzashi for my 
hair an' poppies. I will be more beautiful 
than I have aever been. Flowers alas! 
there are no cherry-blossoms. How that is 
sad! Seem lig we cannot be gay without 
them. In the month of the cherry-blossoms 
we were marry ! But chrysanthemums all 
of them ! An' lanterns if it be black night 
'mos' one thousan'! Aha, ha, ha! His 
house shall be gayer than it has aever been. 
There shall naever again be such good occa- 

"Res' is beauty," urged the maid, hold- 
ing up the mirror to her. 

" Ah, Suzuki ! I am beautiful as beautiful 
as when he went away ? " 

The maid was silent the Japanese silence 
which is not assent. 

Cho-Cho-San snatched the metallic mirror 
out of her hand. 

" I am ! " she cried savagely. " Say so! " 


She brandished the heavy mirror over the 
girl's head. 

" I as' you to res' peace sleep. Tha' 's 
way git beautiful once more." 

"Oh-h-h! 'Once more'!" The mirror 
crashed to the floor, and she burst into tears. 

"Jus' you been too trouble'. Now you 
go'n' res' liddle," urged the comforting 

"Oh, all the gods! I cannot! I cannot 
till he come. I shall die bifore." 

She sorrowfully recovered the mirror. 

"No no; pitiful Kwannon, I am no 
longer beautiful! Waiting an' doubting 
make one soon sad an' old. An' how long 
we have wait! how long! Oh, Shaka! 
But now I am happy happier than I have 
aever been. Therefore shall I be more 
beautiful than I have aever been again. For 
happiness also is beauty. Ah, Suzuki, be 
kine with me! " She got on her knees to 
the maid, and laid her head at her feet. An 
ecstatic thought came to her. " Suzuki, you 
shall make me beautiful to-day, an' to-mor- 
row the gods shall. Now we have not even 
time to pray them not time to res'. Will 
you not? Can you not? Ah-h-h! You 


She pulled the girl down to her, and 
whispered the last words in her ear with 
her arms about her. 

And the girl did. Let us not inquire how. 
She had never yet withstood that tone and 
that caress. There was a certain magic in 
her deft fingers, and her mistress had it all. 
No daintier creature need one ever wish to 
see than this bride awaiting anew the com- 
ing of her husband. 

And when it was all done, they each took 
a final delighted look into the mirror. It 
was too small to show the whole figure, but 
they moved it up and down and round about 
until every portion had been seen. They 
both pronounced it very good. 

"Stan' jus' that way," begged the maid, 
going the length of the apartment to observe. 
"Jus' lig those new porcelains of Kinkozan ! " 
she declared. 

"Jus" lig those ole picture of Bunchosai!" 
retorted Cho-Cho-San meaning anything 
but that. 

But in the way of women the world 
over a few more touches were necessary 
and it was finished. 

" Now the flowers for his room ! Take 
them all oh, aevery one! We shall not 


need them again. Go go go! Aha, ha, 
ha! An' Trouble make a picture of him! 
He will be Trouble no longer after to-day. 
He go'n' git new name mebby Joy! 

HER commands were obeyed. Within the 
appointed hour the house was decked as for 
a festival, and not a flower remained upon 
its stem. The baby had indeed become a 
picture; and so had Cho-Cho-San and the 
maid and the house. 

Then they hid behind the shoji, recklessly 
making peep-holes with their dampened fin- 
gers, as they had planned. There was one 
very low down for the baby, so that he could 
sit on the mats, which he did not choose 
to do, and one each for the others. 

Cho-Cho-San sang as she fixed herself at 
her peep-holeso as not to disarrange her 
finery : 

" Rog-a-by, bebby, off in Japan, 
You jus' a picture off of a fan." 

The maid tossed the baby like a ball into 
her lap. 

" Aha, ha, ha!" laughed Madame Butterfly 
once more. 


Everything was at last quite as they had 
planned it. 

"Now let him come," she said, in a 
charming defiance ' ' let him come quickly 
an' then " 

The hour passed. Then two four. Night 
fell. They ceased to chatter. Later came 
perfect silence ; then that other silence of the 
dead of the night. The pulses of terror 
quickened. Suzuki noiselessly lighted the 
lanterns. Later, at a shivering gesture from 
her mistress, she lighted the andon in their 
room; then the hibachi. She had grown 
very cold. All night they watched. He 
had the careless habit of the night. But he 
did not come. 

And all the next day they watched, and 
many after, quite silent now, always. The 
baby wondered at this, and would look in- 
quiringly from one to the other. It was very 
strange to him, this new silence. The house 
had been full always of their laughter and 
chatter the patter of their feet the sighing 
of the shoji. They did nothing now but 
watch and eat a little, sleep a little less 
and less of these. Finally Cho-Cho-San 
could no longer hold the glass. She lay on 
the mats with the baby, while the faithful 


handmaid watched. Every day the faded 
flowers were replaced by purchased ones- 
cheaper and cheaper ones. Their last money 
went for this and the candles which renewed 
the lights of the lanterns each night. These 
were not a thousand were not a dozen- 

She did not think of going to him. In 
destroying her Japanese conventions this 
was the one thing that had been left. In 
"Onna Yushoku Mibea Bunko" ("The 
Young Ladies' Old Book of Decorum ") she 
had read that the only woman who seeks a 
male is a yujo, a courtezan. 

IN a week a passenger-steamer came into 
the bay. They took no interest in her. But 
the next day, quite by accident, they saw 
him for the first time. He was on the deck 
of the strange ship. A blonde woman was 
on his arm. They watched quite sleep- 
T lessly all that night. A few more lanterns 
were lighted. 

On the following morning the war-ship 
had disappeared from the harbor. 

Cho-Cho-San was frightened. The sink- 
ing at her heart she now knew to be black 
doubt. Her little, unused, frivolous mind 


had not forecast such a catastrophe. There 
might have been a reason, she had con- 
ceived, for his detention aboard his ship. 
He was never very certain. She had not 
been sure that he was with her until the day 
before; the position of the vessel had been 
unfavorable for observation. 



DEMORALIZATION set in. Even the comfort 
of the maid was dulled. They decided that 
Cho-Cho-San should go to see the good con- 
sul, while the maid and the baby remained 
at home to welcome him if, perhaps, he had 
not gone with the war-ship. They had al- 
ready created this hope. 

The maid helped her down the steepest 
part of the hill. Nevertheless, when she 
arrived at the consulate she was quite breath- 
less. The consul was alone. There were 
no frivolities now. Each knew that the 
other understood. 

" Me ? I got liddle heart-illness, I thing," 
the girl panted in excuse of her lack of cere- 


mony and the consul's pitying stare. She 
looked very ill; but her smile was still 
tragically bright. 

The consul placed her a chair. She de- 
clined it. There was a moment of conscious 
silence. Then he went hesitatingly to his 
desk, and got an envelop containing money 
a large sum. He silently handed her 

She looked at him in appealing inquiry, 
but she did not take the money. 

"It is only only in remembrance of the 
the past. He wishes you to be always 
happy as he says he is. He confidently 
hopes for your good wishes and congratu- 

There was moisture in the consul's eyes, 
only questioning in hers. He suddenly saw 
that she did not understand. He decided 
that she never should. He did not speak 
again, nor did she for a space. Then : 

" Happy happy ? " she murmured dizzily. 
'''But how kin / be happy if he do not 
come ? How kin he be happy if he do 
not come ? " 

The consul was silent. He still held the 
money toward her. She tried to smile a 
little, to make him think she was indifferent 


concerning his answer to the question she 
was about to ask. 

" Ah oh ah! You tole him 'bout 'bout 
that joke that liddle joke we make on 
him ? " 

The consul pretended ignorance. She 

" That 'bout me go'n' marry with Yama- 
dori, an' take his bebby 'way ? " 

He had to answer now: 

" Oh, that was too too foolish to talk 
about seriously." 

Pinkerton had been glad to hear it. 

" But you tole him ? " 

She hoped now he had not. 


He looked out of the window. He would 
not strike, but she would be struck. 

" But you you tole him ? " She had 
raised her voice piteously. 

" Yes," answered the consul, dully, won- 
dering what he could say next. 

She gasped, and wiped her dry lips. 

" Yaes; tha' 's right. Tha' 's what I 
as' you do. An' an' what he say?" she 
questioned huskily. 

The consul was willing to lie as deeply as 
the occasion might demand. The woe in the 


girl's face afflicted him. He saw in her at- 
tire the pitiful preparations to welcome the 
husband he now knew to be a craven, and 
in her face what it had cost to wait for him. 
But in specie the lie was difficult. 

" Well," he began uncertainly, " we it all 
happened about as you had supposed. He 
got very angry, and would have rushed 
right up the hill, as you thought, only- 
only " What next ? The wish to lie had 
grown upon him wondrously as he went 
on. But invention flagged. The despatches 
on his desk caught his eye. " Only he was 
not permitted a moment's leave while in the 
harbor. He had all these despatches to pre- 
pareforfor his government the war, 
you know. All in cipher." 

He showed them to her. A brilliant 
thought came into his head. 

" See! They are all in his handwriting." 

He had not written a line of them. 

" His ship was ordered away suddenly to 
China; but he '11 be back here some of these 
fine days, and then " 

The rest was for her. At any rate, he 
could lie no more. 

" All all the gods in heaven bless you," 
she said, sinking with the reaction. 


She reeled, and he put her into the chair. 
Her head fell limply back, and her pallid face 
looked up at him with the weary eyes closed. 
But there was rest and peace on it, and it was 
still very beautiful. 

Some one was approaching in haste, and 
he drew a screen before her. 



A WOMAN entered. 
" Mr. Sharpless the American consul ? " 

she asked, while crossing the threshold. 
The consul bowed. 
" Can you reach my husband at Kobe by 

telegraph ? " 

" I think so. Who is your husband ? " 
He took up a writing-pad as he spoke. 

" Lieutenant Pinkerton of the ." 

" One moment, for God's sake!" 

It was too late. The eyes of the little 

woman in the chair were fixed on his. 

They even tried to smile a little, wearily, at 

the poor result of his compassionate lying. 

She shook her head for silence. 


"I beg your pardon; I 'm I am 
ready " said the consul, roughly. He 
made no other explanation. "Proceed." 

" I should like you to send this telegram : 
'Just saw the baby and his nurse. Can't we 
have him at once ? He is lovely. Shall see 
the mother about it to-morrow. Was not at 
home when I was there to-day. Expect to 
join you Wednesday week per Kioto Marti. 
May I bring him along ? ADELAIDE.' " 

As she advanced and saw Cho-Cho-San, 
she stopped in open admiration. 

"How very charming how lovely you 
are, dear! Will you kiss me, you pretty 
plaything! " 

Cho-Cho-San stared at her with round 
eyes as children do when afraid. Then 
her nostrils quivered and her lids slowly 

"No," she said, very softly. 

"Ah, well," laughed the other, "I don't 
blame you. They say you don't do that 
sort of thing to women, at any rate. I 
quite forgive our men for falling in love 
with you. Thanks for permitting me to 
interrupt you. And, Mr. Sharpless, will 
you get that off at once? Good day!" 

She went with the hurry in which she had 


come. It was the blonde woman they had 
seen on the deck of the passenger-steamer. 

They were quite silent after she was gone 
the consul still at his desk, his head bowed 
impotently in his hands. 

Cho-Cho-San rose presently, and stag- 
gered toward him. She tried desperately 
to smile, but her lips were tightly drawn 
against her teeth. Searching unsteadily in 
her sleeve, she drew out a few small coins, 
and held them out to him. He curiously 
took them on his palm. 

" They are his, all that is left of his beau- 
tiful moaney. I shall need no more. Give 
them to him. I lig if you also say I sawry 
no, no, no! glad glad glad!" She 
humbly sighed. " Me ? I I wish him that 
happiness same lig he wish for himself 
an' an' me. Me? I shall be happy 
mebby. Tell him I shall be happy." 

Her head drooped for a moment. When 
she raised it she was quite emotionless, if one 
might judge from her face. 

" Thang him that Mr. B. F. Pikkerton 
also for all that kineness he have been unto 
me. Permit me to thang you, augustness, 
for that same. You you" she could 
smile a little now at the pretty recollection 


then the tears came slowly into her eyes 

"you the mos' bes' nize man in all the 

whole wort'." 
She closed her eyes a moment, and stood 

quite still. 
The consul said below his breath : 

" Pinkerton, and all such as he!" 

"Goon night," said Cho-Cho-San, and at 

the door looking back, "Sayonara," and 

another tired smile. 
She staggered a little as she went out. 

"ALAS, you also have seen her!" wailed the 
intuitive little maid, as she let her mistress in. 

" An' she is more beautiful than the Sun- 
Goddess," answered Cho-Cho-San. 

The maid knelt to take off her shoes. 

"She she thing me jus' a plaything." 

She generously tried to smile at the maid, 
who was weeping. She touched her hair 
caressingly as she knelt. 

" Don' weep for me, liddle maiden ac- 
count I disappoint a liddle disappoint 
Don' weep for me. That liddle while ago 
you as' me to res' peace sleep," she said 
after a while, wearily. " Well, go 'way, an' 
I will res'. Now I -wish to res' sleep. 
Long long sleep. An' I pray you, loog, 


when you see me again, whether I be not 
again beautiful again as a bride." 

The maid did not go. Once more she 
understood her mistress. 

"ButI thing you loave me? " 

The girl sobbed. 

" Therefore go that I suffer no more. Go, 
that I res' peace sleep. Long beautiful 
sleep! Go, I beg." 

She gently took her hands and led her out. 

" Farewell, liddle maiden," she said softly, 
closing the shoji. " Don' weep." 



SHE sat quite still, and waited till night 
fell. Then she lighted the andon, and drew 
her toilet-glass toward her. She had a 
sword in her lap as she sat down. It was 
the one thing of her father's which her rela- 
tives had permitted her to keep. It would 
have been very beautiful to a Japanese, to 
whom the sword is a soul. A golden dragon 
writhed about the superb scabbard. He had 
eyes of rubies, and held in his mouth a sphere 


of crystal which meant many mystical things 
to a Japanese. The guard was a coiled ser- 
pent of exquisite workmanship. The blade 
was tempered into vague shapes of beasts 
at the edge. It was signed, " Ikesada." To 
her father it had been Honor. On the blade 
was this inscription : 

To die with Honor 
i- When one can no longer live with Honor. 

It was in obscure ideographs ; but it was 
-f also written on her father's kaimyo at the 
shrine, and she knew it well. 

"To die with honor' She drew the 
blade affectionately across her palm. Then 
she made herself pretty with vermilion and 
powder and perfumes; and she prayed, 
humbly endeavoring at the last to make her 
peace. She had not forgotten the mission- 
. ary's religion; but on the dark road from 
death to Meido it seemed best now to trust 
herself to the compassionate augustnesses, 
who had always been true. 

Then she placed the point of the weapon 
at that nearly nerveless spot in the neck 
known to every Japanese, and began to 
press it slowly inward. She could not help a 
little gasp at the first incision. But presently 


she could feel the blood finding its way down 
her neck. It divided on her shoulder, the 
larger stream going down her bosom. In a 
moment she could see it making its way 
daintily between her breasts. It began to 
congeal there. She pressed on the sword, 
and a fresh stream swiftly overran the other 
redder, she thought. And then suddenly 
she could no longer see it. She drew the 
mirror closer. Her hand was heavy, and the 
mirror seemed far away. She knew that 
she must hasten. But even as she locked 
her fingers on the serpent of the guard, 
something within her cried out piteously. 
They had taught her how to die, but he had 
taught her how to live nay, to make life 
sweet. Yet that was the reason she must 
die. Strange reason ! She now first knew 
that it was sad to die. He had come, and / 
substituted himself for everything; he had 
gone, and left her nothing nothing but 

THE maid softly put the baby into the room. 

She pinched him, and he began to cry. 
" Oh, pitiful Kwannon ! Nothing ? " 
The sword fell dully to the floor. The 

stream between her breasts darkened and 


stopped. Her head drooped slowly forward. 
Her arms penitently outstretched themselves 
toward the shrine. She wept. 

"Oh, pitiful Kwannon!" she prayed. 

The baby crept cooing into her lap. The 
little maid came in and bound up the wound. 

WHEN Mrs. Pinkerton called next day at the 
little house on Higashi Hill it was quite 




ARLAND was charmed with 
his reception. Before he could 
open his head (in his own per- 
haps too picturesque phrase) 
the two girls had buried their 
delightful noses in the mats, and were bob- 
bing vividly up and down, sibilating honorif- 
fics at him in the voice and manner used only 
to personages. The mother joined them an 
instant later, making a phalanx; and she was 
nearly as beautiful, and quite as graceful, as 
her daughters. So that at one moment he 
would have presented to him the napes of 


three pretty necks, and at the next, with a 
conjurer's quick change, three pairs of eyes 
that smiled always, and three mouths that 
did their best (which was very well indeed) 
to assist the eyes. At first, I say, he was 
charmed, then a little bewildered, then be- 
witched. And perhaps it was well that his 
conversation-book was the only thing about 
him that spoke Japanese; for Garland's 
vocabulary, even when it was fairly ac- 
curate, had grown indiscreet since coming 
to Japan. 

He perceived, however, by a surreptitious 
glance at the conversation-book when the 
napes of the necks were in view, that they 
were addressing him as " Augustness " and 
" Excellency," and that the mother was in- 
sisting that he should take immediate pos- 
session of her "miserable" house and its 
contents. He wondered dreamily and he 
drifted into dreams with the most curious 
ease whether the girls would be included. 

Finally he began to feel it his duty to be 
tired of this fawning, as his refluent Ameri- 
can democracy insisted upon naming it 
though, personally, he liked it and all the 
clever pretenses of the Japanese. He sat 
bolt upright, and frowned. But the charm- 


ing kotowing did not in the least abate. 
He had heard somewhere that the only way 
to stop this sort of thing short of apoplexy 
was to compete in it. 

He tried to reach the mats with his own 
nose. It seemed easy, but it was a disaster. 
There is a trick in it. He plunged forward 
helplessly almost into the lap of one of his 
hostesses. Garland sat up, with their joint 
assistance, very red in the face, but quite 
cheerful; for though the mother looked 
greatly pained, the girls were smiling like 
two Japanese angels. (The phrase is again 
Garland's: there are no Japanese angels.) 
Garland had the instant intelligence to per- 
ceive that this had at once stopped the kotow- 
ing, and precipitated a piquant intimacy. 

"I say," said he, idiomatically, "I nearly 
broke my neck trying to say howdy-do in 
your way. Now won't you kindly say it in 
mine, without the least danger to life and 
limb ? " 

He held out his hand invitingly, and the 
one on his right went into debate as to 
which one to give him. She knew there 
was some foreign etiquette in the matter. 

"In doubt, shake both," said Garland, 
doing it. 


The one on his left emulated her sister to 
the last particular (the mother had retired 
for refreshments), but he noticed that the 
hands she gave him were long and white. 
He glanced up, and found himself looking 
into a pair of blue eyes. He followed the 
forehead to the brassy hair above. Then 
he began furiously to turn the leaves of the 
conversation-book. The one on his right 
laughed a little, and said: 

" What you lig as', please ? " 

Garland closed the book, and stared. He 
did not ask what he had meant to, because 
of something he saw in the questioner's face. 

"Ah, if you lig more bedder for do so, 
speak the English," she said, with a quiet 
flourish that was lost upon Garland. 

He flung the conversation-book into a 
corner. Black-Eyes, as he had mentally 
named her, in despair of her Japanese 
name, which was Meadowsweet, smiled 

"Ah-h-h! You lig those those Eng- 
lish ? " 

" Like it? It 's heavenly!. I say, fancy, 
if you can, but you can't, depending upon 
a dictionary for your most sacred sentiments 
for three months." 


Wherein it will be perceived that Garland 
had learned the whole art of Japanese polite- 
nessgentle prevarication. 

"How that is nize!" breathed the blue- 
eyed one, fervently. 

Garland turned suddenly upon her, then 
questioned her with his eyes. She under- 

" Those thing you speak-ing," she 
barely breathed once more, in explanation. 

"Oh!" said Garland. But it meant more 
than print can express. " Tell me, if you 
please, what your name is." 

It was Miss Purple-Wistaria; but the Japa- 
nese of this was quite as impossible as the 

" Do you mind me calling you Blue- 
Eyes ? " asked Garland. " When it comes 
to Japanese proper names I have already 
taken the liberty of mentally calling your 
sister Black-Eyes, and if you don't mind " 

" You call those blue-eye ? " asked Miss 

"Why, yes," said Garland. "What do 
you call them ? " 


"Well, I like that better, anyhow. It 
shall be Purple-Eyes." 


"She got other already English name," 
confided Black-Eyes, with the manner for 
her sister he did not like. 

"Oh! What is it?" 

" Sarann, " laughed the dark one. " Tha' 's 
jus' joke her fadder. He all times joke upon 

Garland did not quite understand. He 
decided that he did not wish to, for the blue- 
eyed one looked very uncomfortable. 

"I shall call her Purple-Eyes," he said. 

The disagreeableness of the other con- 

" Yaes; tha' 's good name for her," she 
added, with an intention that was distinctly 

" In America that would be the most beau- 
tiful name a man could give to a beautiful 
woman," said Garland, severely. 

The dark one looked a bit frightened. 
The blonde one gave him the merest horizon 
of her eyes as she raised her head. Grati- 
tude was in them. 

" Now, won't you go on, and tell me how 
you knew me before I opened my blooming 
head ? " 

He had again addressed himself to Purple- 
Eyes; but Black-Eyes answered: 


"What is that open you' head, an' 
blooming you' head ? " 

Garland informed her. 

" Oh-h-h ! " laughed the dark one. " Tba' 's 
way know yo' 'fore open you' bloom-ing 

She suddenly reached into the bosom of 
the kimono of the blue-eyed one, and 
brought forth a photograph of Garland; 
whereat Garland got red again, and again 
the blue-eyed one drooped her head. 

"Oh, I say," Garland began, without a 
very distinct idea of what he was going to 
say, " Brownie sent you that aha, ha, ha!" 
he had happily drifted into the very thing, 
" and wrote you that I would arrive with 
a letter from him ; so that you would know 
me you know; and of course when I ar- 
rivedof course when I arrived why, of 
course oh, hang it!" 

They both waited breathlessly upon his 

"Of course," echoed Black-Eyes, sym- 
pathetically " of course tha' 's correc', an' 
tha' 's also niqe. Of course you arrive 
when you arrive." 

Garland wondered whether she was guy- 
ing him. 


"Yes why, of course," said he once 
more, and a laugh en masse cleared the air. 

Garland, in a panic, was searching his 

"What lot pockets!" sighed Black-Eyes, 
insidiously desiring to compose his nerves. 

"Sixteen," admitted Garland. "I wish 
they were only one, just now. By Jove, 
I've lost that letter!" 

The graceful mother arrived with the 
tobaco-bon (there appeared to be no ser- 
vant), and Garland, professing an igno- 
rance which seems problematical after three 
months in Japan, desired to be initiated into 
the art and mystery of the Japanese pipe. 
The tender was made to Purple-Eyes, but 
Black-Eyes undertook it. 

"So," she said, rolling a pellet of the 
tobacco, and putting it into the pipe; "an' 
so," as she fearlessly put a live coal upon it 
with her fingers; "so," as she put it to her 
own lips and sent out a tiny puff; " an' an' 
an' so! " as she laughed and put it to his. 
And yet Garland found himself wishing that 
the other one had done it, and believing that 
she could do it better! And this, you per- 
ceive, was already perilous business. 

It was afternoon when Garland arrived, 


and the mother's actions, though covered by 
diplomatic entrances and exits, with a view 
to impressing him to the contrary, indicated 
to him that she was cooking. And presently 
Purple-Eyes got up and lighted the andon. 
Garland, who delighted in her grace of mo- 
tion, had not yet learned that each movement 
was the result of much study and the prac- 
tice of many stoical rules of decorum. 
However, he rose as far as his knees, and 
said he must go. A glance of alarm passed 
between the girls, and both stiffened in 

"Sa-ay tha' 's not nize for us," accused 
the dark one, with valor. " Brownie he 
write unto us that you so kine with him, 
you give him you' las' pair boots, an' go 
naked on you' both feet. Tha' 's way we 
got do you. But account you go'n' go 
'way, we cannot. Hence we got be always 
'shamed 'fore Brownie an' aevetybody. 
Tha' 's not nize for us." Garland had 
not risen above his knees, and she came 
hopefully forward. " Please don' go 'way ! " 
She turned to Purple-Eyes in the peremptory 
way that Garland resented. " Sa-ay why 
you don' as' him stay among us ? Sa-ay 
don' you wish ? " 


Garland's eyes followed. Unconsciously 
they besought her. 

"We ligtt you stay among us," said 
Purple-Eyes, haltingly. 

But there was something else just the 
timid lifting of an eyelid. Garland answered 
this with a rift of pleasure which shot across 
his face. 

" Me ? / lig also if you stay among us 

But now it was spoken to the mats. 
There was the edge of a smile visible, never- 
theless, and Garland felt the courage it took 
for this. 

"Well, if you like," said Garland, he 
laughed suddenly, " / like too." 


They both said it at once; but some 
splendid reward passed from Purple-Eyes 
to Garland. 

So presently they had a feast, in which 
four little tables stood in a circle one for 
each. There would have been only three 
had not Garland insisted that the mother 
should dine with them. He had not the 
least idea how fearfully he had disarranged 
domestic matters, for the mother, of course, 
instantly did as he requested. And then the 


three of them served him, and cunningly 
joined in engaging him while one or the 
other prepared the viands. But finally it 
was a very joyous meal; and only when the 
Osaka beer came on did Garland at all sus- 
pect how much out of the ordinary it was 
for them. They had forgotten to be taught 
how to open the bottles! 


AND he went to sleep that night, when 
sleep came, on a floor that was as dainty as 
any bed, in a huge wadded overcoat called 
a futon, on a wooden pillow that rocked and 
screeched a little (as if afraid to screech 
more) when he turned. An andon burned 
dimly behind a screen, and he was aware 
of the slumberous aroma Japonica, as he 
characterized it. But he could not sleep 
of course not. For, less than six feet away, 
behind the translucent walls of paper, he 
could hear the melodious dithyrambics of the 
three voices. He could catch a sleepy word 
now and then, which he knew came from 


the blue-eyed one. They were much fewer 
than those of the other two. Some vague 
picture of those eyes, patiently sad, as he 
had conceived them, kept itself between him 
and sleep, until finally it was sudden morn- 
ing, and the splendid light of Japan, subdued 
by the shoji, was shining in his face. 

He lay indolently awake for a long time. 
Presently a noise not much greater than 
the alighting of a fly upon a stretched screen 
drew his attention. He perceived a damp- 
ened finger slowly working against the other 
side of the shoji, until presently the paper 
parted, and the finger came through. It was 
very pink at the tip. Slowly it reamed the 
hole larger, then disappeared, to be replaced 
by an eye. And the eye was blue. Garland 
nearly laughed aloud, until he remembered 
that he was the objective of the eye. Then 
unconsciously he arranged his hair a little, 
and began to pose. But the humor of it 
came down upon him again, and he laughed. 
The eye instantly disappeared, and he could 
see the shadow of its owner gliding away. 
In a panic of regret, Garland called out: 

"Don't go, Purple-Eyes!" 

The shadow hesitated, and then returned. 

" How you know tha' 's Purple-Eyes ? " 


" By her own confession now." 

Her pretty laugh sifted through the shoji. 

" You want me come unto you ? " asked 
the voice beyond. " Tha' 's what I dunno." 

Garland was (in his own phrase again) 
quite paralyzed. He might have thought, 
but he did not, that she was only tendering 
the offices of the servant they did not have; 
but he called out, with a mixture of bravado 
and trembling which alarmed them both: 

"Yes; come in!" 

The damaged shoji slid haltingly aside, 
and she entered very slowly and softly, and 
he thought of the pictures of the returning 
Sun-Goddess ^ as she came through the 
opening and down the burst of light it let in. 
As she prostrated herself Garland noticed 
that her hair had been newly dressed (an 
operation of several hours), and that she 
wore a dainty blue kimono, too gay for any 
but a geisha to wear. But it became her 

" You look more than ever like a picture 
on a fan," greeted Garland, with even more 
admiration in his eyes than in his voice. 

Instead of being pleased, as any other 
Japanese girl would have been, Purple- 
Eyes slowly shook her head. 


" Alas ! you naever see no picture on fan 
lig unto me." 

" But I have," insisted Garland. 

She shook her head again. 

" Well, then, if not, why not ? " 

" They got not those purple eye an' pink 
face an' flaming hair" 

She sighed, and looked askance at Gar- 
land. He seemed fully to agree with her. 
She changed her tone to one of resigned 
solicitude and ceremony. 

" You sleeping well all those night ? " 

" Well, by the great Jehovah and the Con- 
tinental Congress, if I were a Japanese artist, 
that is the kind of eyes and face and hair 
they should all have ! Yessir ! every blamed 
one of them ! " 

The girl caught her breath, and something 
flamed up her face and lighted her splendid 
eyes anew. She dared to look at him. It 
had all sounded quite true. Wistfully she 
dissembled this at least was truly Japa- 

"You sleeping well all" she lost her 
purpose for a moment "all those night 
all ? " 

" Blue eyes for me, every day in the 



" You sleeping well ? " Joy was all too 
plainly in her voice now irrepressible joy. 

He laughed, and caught her hands raptur- 
ously. She did not deny him, and he kissed 

"Oh, you are delightful!" said he. 

" Me ? / don' sleep moach." 

." You look as fresh as new porcelain." 

" Yaes; I been fix up." 

She consciously let him look her over. 

"No; I did n't sleep at first. I was listen- 
ing to your voice," Garland confessed, quite 
without reservation. 

The girl was confused a little. 

" You don' lig be annoy with those 
voice ? " 

"Why, it is divine!" 

A white shaft of fear crossed her face. 

" Tha' 's jus' fun I egspeg? " 

"Tha' 's ver' earnest," he gaily mocked. 

He was pleasing her now. She even 
went with his mood a little way. Joy was 
such a beautiful and tempting and elusive 

" Lig goddess, mebby ? " 

Garland nodded seriously. 

"Tha' 's nize for me." 

"An' for me" in quite her own manner. 


" But not the goddesses ? " 

They laughed together, and she drew 
confidently a little closer to him. 

"Listen; I go'n' tell you a thing. You 
not in fun not?" 

"I mean every word," declared Garland, 
" and more than I have words to mean." 

"An" you lig be tell?" 

"That is what I am waiting so impa- 
tiently for to be tell." 

" Tha' 's nize. Eijinsan 'most always fun. 
Nobody but you aever lig those hair an' 
eye. Aeverybody hate me. Why? Ac- 
count they say I b'long pink-face people. 
Account my fadder he sei yo jin a west- 
ocean mans. / di'n' do so unto those hair 
an' eye ! I cannot help. Me ? When I see 
you got those purple eye lig unto me, an' 
also those yellow hairs, an' all pink in the 
face, 1 thing mebby you go'n' lig me liddle 
lig I was brodder an' fadder with you. 
Also, I thing mebby you go'n' take me 
away with you beyond those west-ocean, 
where pink-face people live. Me? Don' 
you thing those pink-face people lig me 
liddle if I come unto them ? " 

" God bless you yes," said Garland, with 
something suspiciously tender in voice and 


eyes. He still had her hands, delighting in 
them, caressing them. The girl's face was 
irradiated. She poured out all her soul for 

"Me? Listen 'nother time. Before I 
know you' eyes purple an' you' hair yellow 
lig unto me, I lig you! Me? Sa-ay I lig 
jus' your picture! " She laughed, confessed, 
and shifted a little closer. " You don' hate 
me account 1 doing those ? " 

" No," said Garland, guiltily" no, I don't 
hate you." 

" Sa-ay you go'n' take me at those pink- 
face people ? " 

Garland was silent. 

" If you don', I got go myself. Me ? I 
got go ! " 

Garland nodded, and she understood him 
to have assented. This was wrong. But 
her joy was superb, and Garland had a very 
soft heart. 

" Oh bow that is nize! Me? I got go. 
I dunno all times seem lig I b'long 'cross 
west-ocean. Seem lig I different from 
aeverybody else. Me ? I got have some- 
body lig me somebody touch me hole my 
hands so so so! " She illustrated fer- 


Garland, alarmed at her dynamic emotion, 
released them. She returned them to him. 

" But nobody don' wish. Others Japan 
people they don' lig be ligued. But me ? 
I got be else I got pain in my heart an' am 
ill. You aever have those pain at you' heart 
lig you all times falling down down- 
down ? Tha' 's mos' tarrible. Tha' 's lone- 
some-ness. ' Me? I thing I go'n' die some- 
time account that. Tha' 's lone-some-ness 
to cross west-ocean to pink-face people. 
Yaes; tha' 's why I got do those. Oku- 
Sama tha' 's my modder she saying 'most 
all times, 'Jus' lig pink-face people. Always 
got be lig by 'nother touch by 'nother 
speak sof by 'nother.' An' tha' 's you 
yaes! You lig me, an' you touch me, an' 
you speak sof unto me the ver' first time I 
seeing you. Me? I know, those time I first 
seeing you, that you don' hate me account 
I got those pink face upon me." 

"No," admitted Garland, seriously. 

"How that is nize! It make something 
rest go 'sleep inside me. I got that peace. 
Jus' when you touch my hand at first I 
got some happiness. But now I got that 

She began regretfully to detach herself. 


Garland detained her. She was very dainty 
and very confiding very wise. She had 
unconsciously got very close to him. And 
Garland had vanquished his alarm of her. 

" Me ? I don' wish ; but I got git you 
somethings eat. Soon you starve. I got." 

But Garland would not let her go and 
she was a willing captive, though she dis- 
sembled an urgent necessity. 

"Where is Black-Eyes and your mo- 
ther ? " asked Garland. 

The girl seemed reluctant, but told him 
that they all worked in the neighboring silk- 
mill, the pulsations of which he had heard 
in the night. 

"Never mind. I 'd rather famish," said 
the impulsive Garland, with a strange re- 
morse. " Will you assist ? " 

" Yaes," laughed the girl. " Me ? I been 
famish many times." 

" Heavens!" breathed Garland, inventory- 
ing all her daintiness once more. " How 
much do your mother and sister earn ? " 

The girl seemed quite indifferent as to 

" Sometime fi' sen; sometime ten fifteen; 
one times, twenty-two." 

" And you ? " 


"Me? Oh, jus' liddle." 

She earned more than the other two. 

" And what does it cost you to live ?" 

" Live? Half those fi' ten fifteen sen." 

" And you save the rest ? That is very 

The girl looked bewildered ; then she ex- 

" Other half sen' Brownie." 

He suddenly let her go. She leaned over 
him bewitchingly. 

" Firs' some breakfas' ; then I go'n' help 
you famish all day! What you thing?" 

She came back in a moment. The sleeves 
of her kimono were tucked out of the way, 
and there was rice-flour on her pretty arms. 

" You go'n' to naever tell 'bout those fi' 
ten fifteen sen, an' all those ? " 

"No," said Garland; "I will never tell." 

" Else they go'n' kill me," she threatened 

"I prefer to have you live," he laughed, 
as brightly as he could. 

" Tha' 's secret among jus' you an' me ? " 

"Yes," said Garland. 

She started away, then came back. 

" Me ? I lig I lig have secret among jus' 
you an' me." With a radiant face she fled. 


AND here was Brownie's poor little skele- 
ton stripped naked. He had lived at the 
university like a gentleman. He was still 
living in Philadelphia like a gentleman. 
Garland wondered whether it would make 
any difference in Philadelphia if it were 
known that it was the pitiful "fi' ten- 
fifteen sen" that his mother and sisters 
earned each day that supported him. A 
great disgust for Brownie and a great pity 
for Purple-Eyes were the immediate postu- 
lates. And is not pity akin to love ? 


THE question of making one's toilet in the 
interior of Japan is still a serious one for the 
American who lives behind closed doors and 
cherishes his divine right of privacy. Gar- 
land had solved the vexation for all his 
contemporaries (according to Garland) by 
making his toilet as to half or quarter of his 
sacred person at a time (depending some- 
what upon the danger of surprise), thus re- 
ducing the chances of exposure by one half 


or three quarters. Purple-Eyes brought him 
the requisites for his toilet, and the moment 
she was gone he bared his shoulders and 
chest, and plunged into the delightful water, 
perfumed, like everything else, with the 
aroma Japonica. But his pretty hostess re- 
appeared through the movable walls at an 
unwatched place. 

He abandoned a momentary impulse to 
scuttle behind the screen because of the ad- 
miration he saw in her eyes, and then he 
half turned that she might see the muscles 
of his back. 

"How you are beau-ti-f ul ! " she said 
slowly, as her eyes traveled, quite without 
embarrassment, over his athletic uppers. 

"Thanks," he laughed, with pleasure in 
the little incident. 

Garland turned a little farther, and raised 
his arms above his head in the way of 

She handed him a towel he had dropped. 

""I thing I come tell you we got large tub 
for bath," she said then. 

"Where is it?" asked Garland, suspi- 


She pointed. 


" That 's what I thought. You must ex- 
cuse me. I can't perform that sacred rite 
in the fierce light that beats upon a front 

" Yaes ? Eijinsan don' lig ? " She did not 

"No," admitted Garland. 

" Also, you lig for me go 'way liddle ? " 

Garland said yes, and she went. 

When she returned, it was with a delight- 
ful breakfast of fish, rice, and persimmons. 
She put the little table between them, and on 
her knees, on the other side, taught him how 
to eat as a Japanese should. This is really 
not difficult, except the chopsticks; and with 
these she had to help him so often that 
<heir fingers were in almost constant contact. 
Alas ! Garland made it as difficult as possible. 
And, alas! Garland was glad of the chop- 
sticks ! 

Her joy overflowed the mouth and eyes 
which it seemed should know nothing but 

Afterward he helped her, with masculine 
joy of his own ineptitude, to reform the 
apartment, and secrete the things which had 
made it successively a reception-room, sleep- 
ing-chamber, and breakfast-room. You may 


judge whether or not this was delightful to 
a fellow like Garland, and also whether it 
was perilous. 

IT is not often that one has the felicity of 
ending one's breakfast with a song, and then 
of ending the song with a dance. Purple- 
Eyes brought her samisen quite without 
suggestion from Garland, and said with 
naivete : 

" I go'n' sing you a song. You lig me 
sing ? " 

"Try me!" challenged Garland, with an 
admiration in his eyes which pleased her 

" Long down behine the Suwanee River" 
was the curious song she sang, in Japanese 

Garland laughed. 

" Don' you lig those ? " she pouted. " I 
learn it for you." 

He said it was lovely, and begged her to 
go on. 

But his eyes wandered from the fingers on 
the strings to those on the plectrum, and 
then away to the lips above; and when she 
turned into the chorus he joined her with his 
inconstant eyes still there. It was only an 


indifferent tenor, but the girl thought it full 
of fervor. It was only that it joined and 
mingled with hers as she fancied their 
spirits doing and might always do. 

" How that is nize!" she breathed in frank 
ecstasy, " You got voice lig lig " 

But there was nothing at hand to compare 
it with, and she laughed confessingly. 

"Nothing," said Garland. "It 's origi- 

" Yaes nothing original," she admitted. 

" Sing another," begged Garland, with en- 

She did "When the swallows flying 
home"; and then still another"'? is the 
last rosebud summer," 

" Where did you learn them ? " asked 

" That day when I got you* picture. Me ? 
I thing you lig me sing, mebby. Well, I git 
those song; I make them United States' lan- 
guage, so you comprehend." 

"God bless you!" said Garland. 

The girl leaned forward with dewy eyes. 

" Sa-ay you lig me also dance jus' one 
liddle dance for you! 1 " 

She came bewitchingly nearer. Garland 
glanced again at her geisha-like costume. 


Had she thought all this out for his enter- 
tainment, he wondered ? 

"Yes," he said. 

" But you naev naever go'n' tell ? " 

She raised her brows, and held up a finger 

" On my sacred honor!" laughed Garland. 

" No one ? " 

"Not a soul." 

" Tha' 's go'n' be 'nother secret among jus' 
you an' me for aever an' aever ? " 

" For ever and ever," announced Garland, 
as if it were the Service. 

" Account if you aever do, they go'n' kill 

"What! Kill you?" 

"Dade!" She nodded ominously. 


"Black-Eyes an' those modder." 

" Oh!" said Garland. He understood. 

He was left to guess that this dainty 
flower had been taught the arts of a geisha 
to assist also in keeping up Brownie's state. 

"I lig dance for you," confessed the girl, 
joyously. "Others? No; I do not lig. 
They as' me, ' Where you got those pink 
face ? ' Me ? I don' lig those. 1 rather 
work in those mill. My modder an' my 


sister gitting all times an-gery account I 
don' dance. But tha' 's in-sult upon me! 
I don' lig be insult. So ! Me ? I jus' don' 
dance for no one but but but jus' 
you! " 

She vanished through the shoji, and pres- 
ently returned, a symphony in autumnal 
reds and browns. 

" I go'n' dance for you that red maple-leaf 
dance. Me? I am that leaf." 

" You look it," said Garland, more ten- 
derly than he knew. 

The girl spread her garments that he 
might inspect her. 

" This is a forest," she went on ; " an' you 
sa-ay you a tree! Aha, ha, ha! " 

She laughed, made him a noble courtesy, 
and murmured a little tune to which she 
floated down from the top of a maple-tree. 
For a while she lay quite still, shivering a 
little. Then the wind stirred her, and she 
rose, and swept down upon Garland, then 
back and into a whirl of other leaves. Then 
hither and thither, merrily, like an autumn 
leaf, until she shivered down at his feet, 
with bowed head. 

She was making it more and more perilous 
for Garland. 



THAT night they had a gay little supper, 
with a tiny servant, who, Garland guessed, 
with entire accuracy, had been borrowed for 
the occasion. 

" You got nize day ? " asked Black-Eyes. 

Garland caught a startled glance from 
Purple-Eyes, and answered discreetly that 
he had had oh, yes; a very pleasant day, 
giving no damaging particulars. 

But Black-Eyes fancied from the blankness 
of his countenance that he was indulging in 
the same kind of prevarication with which 
she would have met such a question. She 
devoted herself to him all the rest of the 
evening. As he retired for the night, the 
last thing she said to him, with a reproach- 
ful glance at Purple-Eyes, was : 

"To-morrow you go'n' have mos' bes' 
nize times. / go'n' stay home with you!" 

And she did, making it a very dreary day 
for Garland. He could not help thinking of 
Purple-Eyes at the factory, with her dainty 
hands begrimed. 


But presently, when she returned, there 
was no grime upon her hands. She was 
dainty and smiling. 

" You got nize day ? " she asked, with her 
head coyly down. She knew he had not. 
And she purposely quoted her sister. 

" No," he said savagely. " I 'm glad it 's 

The flame was in her face again. But she 
kept it down. 

"I thing Black-Eyes ver' be-witch-ing." 

" But she is not you," he said. 

She looked slowly up. The little weari- 
ness which had been limned upon her face 
by the day's drudgery was gone, and in its 
stead was a vague glory reflected from 

" How that is nize," she whispered" for 
me! " 

" For me," said Garland, approaching her 
threateningly. She did not retreat. She 
subsided a little toward him just a little 
that he might know she would never retreat 
from him. Her eyes smiled confidently. 

He stopped where he was. 

" Who is to be chatelaine to-morrow ? " 

" What is that chat? " she asked. 

" Who is to keep the house ? " 


"Me. Me one day, Black-Eyes next/' 

She saw his face lighten. 

" You lig that ? " 

"I like half of it." 

She thought a moment until she under- 
stood; then she lifted her shining face. 

"Ah, Eijinsan, how be-witch-ing you 
are ! " 


THE next day they went up to the temple on 
the mountain-side the plaintive bells of which 
Garland had heard. Purple-Eyes was tall, 
and walked with less difficulty than most 
Japanese girls, so they walked. It was a day 
of dreams. Garland remembered afterward 
the smell of the incense, the voices of the 
chanting bonzes, that the tea-house on the 
mountain-side where they rested called itself 
the House of the Seven Golden Crystals ; the 
rest was Purple-Eyes and happiness. Japan 
had been growing upon him for three 
months, and now unhappiness made but 
little impression. 


The day remained in his mind with the 
sum of his dreams this lotus-eating, nectar- 
drinking, happy-go-lucky Garland! 

Thus it curiously went on. One day it 
was Black-Eyes, and the true Japan, and the 
real Garland. The next it was Purple-Eyes, 
and the ideal Japan, and the lotus-eating 
Garland. What is more like lotus-eating 
than being adored ? At first Garland used 
to smile at the strange dual life which circum- 
stances had wrought out for him. Then he 
used to wonder which was better. Later he 
tried to decide only which he liked better. 
Now he no longer differentiated at all. His 
analytical edge was quite dulled. Still, he 
had heard that this fever of Japan always 
wore off. Some said it lasted as long as 
two years, some said five ; no one had said 
ten. And what then ? 

" Why, then ? Me! " 

He had spoken the last three words aloud, 
and they had been answered by the laugh- 
ing, dewy-eyed subject of them. 

He looked at her. 

"Well, one ought to be content," he 

" An' you content ? " she smiled back. 

He did not answer at once. 


" Do you know that you have been grow- 
ing more bewitching every day since" 

" Sinzeyou an' joy came at Japan ? " 

From the opened shoji she flung him the 
gay greeting he had taught her, and disap- 
peared ; for it was Black-Eyes' day, and she 
had yet to dress for her work. 

That day he harbored madly the notion of 
marriage with Purple-Eyes and a residence in 
Japan. It had quite infected him before 
night, and was distinctly, but less and less 
strongly, in his mind for several days. But 
then came a letter from his elder brother, in 
answer to his own of a rather confessional 
and emotional sort, asking him what he 
meant by living upon three working-women. 
It told him to go away to the devil any- 
where but away from there. It was like a 
cold douche. The fever Japonica, as every 
one had said, was at last gone. So small a 
thing as his brother's letter had cured it. 
Now he smiled. He had meant to write to 
Miss Warburton, offering to release her. 




I KNOW not what he said to Purple-Eyes, but 
with her tears there was a certain buoyancy 
that had not been there but for some hope. 
And why not ? For Garland was a very 
sweet and gentle fellow, who abhorred pain. 
The three went to see him off, and he tried 
desperately to be gay; but something was 
pulling at his heart-strings, and there were 
tears perilously near his eyes. Black-Eyes 
did not marvel at this. She had always 
understood that it was the way of west- 
ocean men. But they were only too evi- 
dently ready to be answered by other tears 
in the dewy eyes that were blue. And this 
was annoying to Black-Eyes. She made her 
sister tremble by a look. So she of the blue 
eyes could only grasp and hold Garland's big 
hand in both her own exquisite ones when 
the others looked away. When their eyes 
returned hers looked off to the big funnels 
of the ship, though she still held the hand. 
But when she looked at Garland again he had 
his handkerchief to his eyes; something in- 


side had given way. Then hers came from 
her sleeve, too. So at last it was quite a 
little tragedy. 

Sad it is that one forgets that one has eaten 
of the lotus ; but thus it is with the lotus, and 
thus did Garland. 

That night, in bed, Black-Eyes undertook 
some criticism of Garland. Her sister flared 
up in a way that was new and superb. 

"Tha' 's lie! He 's the mos' bes' nize 
gent in the whole worl'." . And she fell to 

" What is the matter ? " asked the mother, 
who was kinder than Black-Eyes. 

"I got that lone-some-ness," sobbed the 
girl, in answer. 

" Poor little pink-face!" said the mother, 
touching her cheek. "Always must be 
touch by some one! " 

" Me ? " said Purple-Eyes, with a power 
and assurance which were startling. " I am 
glad I have that pink face!" She laughed. 
" And I am glad I have not that brown face! 

The mother asked in alarm : 

" Has the Eijinsan told you strange things ?' f 

" The strangest and most beautiful things 
in all the world! " breathed Purple-Eyes. 


" Not told them, but looked them thought 
them to me." 

" And you believed ? " 

"I believed." 

" That is very sad," said the mother. " It 
is the way of the west-ocean men." 

" Ah, it is his way, thank Shaka ! and it is 
not sad. It is very joyous." 

" Shaka grant that it is not, my daughter. 
To the Eijinsan you are only a plaything, I 

" He may have me for a plaything," said 
the girl, defiantly. "Who has not play- 
things ? " 

" When a plaything becomes shabby" 

" But I am not, and I never shall be." 

" In a little while we shall know," said the 
mother, finally. 

" In a little while we shall know," repeated 
the girl, joyously. 



LATER they found the letter in the discarded 
conversation-book. It said that Garland was 
having his final outing before becoming a 


Benedick; and the missionary on the hil) 
told them that that meant that he was to be 
married upon his return to America. Purple- 
Eyes drew a sharp breath, then faced the 
other two savagely. She was able to laugh 
presently; but it was a very piteous laugh. 

"Tha' 's what I know! Aha, ha, ha! 
He he tell me all those." But the pitiful 
lie stuck in her throat, and her lips were dry. 
" He tell me aeveryihing I Yaes "to a look 
of doubt from Black-Eyes " he go'n' marry 
that other for jus' liddle " 

"Speak Japanese," said her mother, who 
was not so clever at English as her daugh- 
ters; but the request fell like a lash upon 
Purple-Eyes' heart. 

"I will not!" she flamed forth. "I will 
speak his language. He will come for me. 
If he do not come, I shall go to him. He 
go'n' marry that other if he marry her // 
jus' liddle Me? He go'n' marry me 
las' an' foraever! " 

Suddenly she became aware that she had 
betrayed her secret. 

" Oh, all the gods in the sky! " she cried 
in anguish. "Tha' 's lie. He not go'n' 
marry me. He don' say. Jus' I thing so 
jus' I" She had to debase herself still 


further, if she would be shriven. " He not 
go'n' come for me. I not go'n' go at him. 
Me? Tha' 's correc', Oku-San; I jus' his 
liddle plaything. He don' say nawthing. 
Jus' /thing so." 

Her mother nodded. 

" And when he tires of the plaything " 

She threw an imaginary something into 
the air. 

" Yaes," whispered Purple-Eyes, humbly 
bowing her head; but when her face was 
down she smiled. It was all very sure to 
her. As she looked up she saw something 
like malevolence upon the face of her sister. 

" But also he not go'n' marry that other 
foraever! " 

Her sister smiled unbelievingly. 

" I bed you he don' ! " 

" Ah ! Wbat you bed ? " challenged Black- 

" That heart in my bosom ! " answered 



GARLAND did not reach the end of his ante- 
Benedick wanderings until a year later. 


Then he found, among other letters await- 
ing him, one in a long, dainty envelop ad- 
dressed in English and Japanese. He knew 
it was from Purple-Eyes before he opened 
it. It was seven months old. 

As he read, all her little tricks of inflection 
came back -upon him. He knew that her 
long white hands were waving emphases 
at him very gently. The questioning 
which her eyes had learned after his coming 
as if she were not quite sure of some- 
thingwas upon him out of the shadows 
beyond the lamp. The subtle aromas which 
always exhaled from her garments were 
distinct enough to startle him. He looked 
quickly back and about the room. Then he 
laughed softly. But his face had flushed, 
and gladness had lit his eyes. The fever 
Japonica was once more in his veins and 
it was his own room and America with 
only her pictured face (fallen from the en- 
velop) before him herself on the other side 
of the world. Unconsciously he read aloud 
in her voice and manner. 

"That is ledder from me, Miss Purple- 
Eyes, unto you, Mister J. F. Garland. That 
is nize day in Japan. I lig if you hoarry 
soon coming at Japan 'nother time. You 


been 'way ver' long time. I lig if you 
hoarry account aeverybody hating me more 
an' more. I got those feeling again 'bout 
somethings I want an' have not got it. 
That is lone-some-ness. That is to cross 
west-ocean. You have also got those? 
Me ? I been that sad aever sinze you gone 
me away from. I been that ill. I thing 
mebby I go'n' die soon, sjexcep' you come ? 
Say you go'n' come, that I don' die ? Black- 
Eye she all times make amusement 'bout 
you don' come. That is a liar. She don' 
know you who you are. She don' know 
you that you go'n' come soon as you kin. 
Mebby you go'n' marry with those pink-face 
for liddle while ? Me ? I study those con- 
versation-book so I kin write unto you. 
Also, 1 fine those ledder you lose when you 
first arrive among us at Japan. You desire 
those ledder ? Me ? I keep it upon my bosom 
among those photograph of you. Mister 
J. F. Garland, I don' keer you do marry 
those other for liddle while. Then you go'n' 
marry me las' an' foraever. Jus' hoarry. 
Yit I am not gay. I cannot be gay until you 
come again. That is sad for me. Also, you 
do not lig for me be gay, but lig unto widow 
till you come. Then, Mister J. F. Garland, 


I shall be that happy. Mebby you ill an' 
cannot come unto me ? Then I come unto 
you, if you wish me. What you thing ? 
That is a picture of me lig I promise. I fix 
up same lig those day you hoi' my hands. 
How that was nize ! That is first time I aever 
been my hands hoi' so nize so sof . Mis- 
ter J. F. Garland, that is you hoi' my hands 
that sof. Me ? I don' let no one else do 
those unto my hands lig you wishing, 
mebby. Jus' you. Mister J. F. Garland, 
you go'n' hoi' my hands all times this after- 
while ? Say, don' stay marry with that 
other so ver' long. Account those lone- 
some-ness. Please sen' me picture of those 
other you marry unto. If you marry unto 
them. I lig see how she is that beautiful. 
Please write me ledder aevery day. Please 
come back that soon. So I kin be joyous. 
It is that sad for me." 

Every laboriously formed letter, printed 
like the first copy of a child at school, told 
him what this had cost her; and the little 
flourishes at the end, where she had grown 
more certain, what pride she had in them ! 
The picture was exquisitely colored, as only 
the Japanese can color them, and had been 
very costly to her. He set it before him, and 


with his head in his hands studied it. The 
eyes were very blue, but no bluer than her 
own. They looked into his half sadly, half 
gaily, tempting him again. The Japan fever 
had its way with him, and for a moment 
ten he lived that lotus life with her over 
again. Then came a great upheaval inside 
which was yearning. He was tired. He had 
been tired ever since leaving Japan. In those 
eyes he saw again the invitation to rest. The 
hair, with its brassy luster he could see the 
sun on it again smell its perfume feel it 
under his hands. The lips were parted a 
little, as they nearly always were, and within 
showed the brilliant teeth. 

" Oh," he cried out, as he rose, " get thee 
behind me moon-goddess get thee be- 
hind me! " He laughed woefully, and took 
up the picture again. " I thought it gone 
the fever the dreaming the lotus-eating." 

There was a knock on the door, and a 
messenger-boy handed in the answer to 
a note. 

" Yes," it ran ; " I shall be at home at eight 
and so glad! " 

It was twenty minutes to eight. 

Garland hurried into his evening clothes, 
and hastened away, leaving the rest of the 


letters unopened. But he came back, from 
down the stairs, and again set the picture up 
before him. Then he strode softly up and 
down the apartment, a smile half sad, half 
gay upon his face. The little clock chimed 
the few notes which told him it was a quar- 
ter past eight. He smiled another kind of 
smile. He had forgotten that she would 
be at home at eight and would be glad! 
He looked again briefly at the picture of 
Purple-Eyes. There was moisture in his 
own. Then softly, as if it were sentient, 
he turned it face down, and went out. 






HE was in an extremely orator- 
ical attitude, of the American 
senatorial fashion (as she con- 
ceived it after some acquain- 
tance with the comic weeklies). 
" ' When the Americazan 'igle? " 
She threw a charming interrogation at 
Bob without changing a muscle. 

" agle," corrected Bob, sadly, from the 
newspaper cutting in his hand. 

" Thangs. ' When the Americazan eeglz 
shall have shall have ' ? " 


" ' Fraternized with the Japanese dragon, ' " 
prompted Bob, again. 

" ' Shall have frat-ern ' I cannot say that 
other' ni-zed ' ? " She darted at the paper. 
" ' When the Yankees of the East an' the 
same kind Yankees? of the West? 
shall lie down together ? asleep ? ' " 

A smile forced its way through Bob's 
joylessness. "No, no! It 's the same 
old lamb and lion that do the prevaricat- 

" ' When those lamb, with the fleece of 
that in-dus-t\y upon his back, an' those lion 
with the powers there-o/ inside him' 
Aha! Tha' 's right ?" 

"Sh!" whispered Bob, pocketing the 
paper; "here comes the Lord High Ad- 

A Japanese naval cadet's uniform slowly 
appeared at the head of the stairs (it was in 
the remote " up-stairs " of Mrs. Rawlins's 
Japanese house), and Kohana-San's speech 
instantly became a dance. She kept her 
uplifted hands and eyes precisely where 
they were, raised one foot, swung half 
round upon the other (in exact accordance 
with some twenty or thirty rules upon the 
subject), courtesied thrice, north, east, and 


south, then slowly subsided to the floor 
with her pretty nose to the mats. Then she 
recognized her brother. 

" Oh, Ani-San, tha' 's you ? " 

Her brother (who was inside the uniform) 
gave her a glance of reproach which would 
have been chiding but for the presence of 
Bob. To him the cadet said with extreme 
politeness all the more polite because Bob 
had begun to whistle (it was " See, the Con- 
quering Hero Comes ") : 

" Tha' 's nize day ?" 

"It is night, "said Bob, acidly. 

"Tha' 's nize night," corrected the cadet, 
promptly. He turned to his sister. " That 
Mrs. Rawlins she desire you mos' soon. 
I egspeg you not dance ? "this with sever- 
ity. "1 accomplish you goon night" to 
Bob again; and the uniform descended in 
good order. 

"Go on," said Bob, glancing furtively at 
the stairs, and producing the paper. 

" Your modder she desire me," ventured 

Bob looked utterly hopeless. 

"We got liddle time yit," she relented, 
taking the paper. 

" Do you mind me taking off my coat ? " 


"I lig you take it off. Don' lig soach 
dark-black shiny thing." 

" You 've got good taste," said Bob,- with 
a spiteful fling of the garment. 

" Oh, bow your modder will be angery ! " 
She fetched the garment from the corner. 
" Ob! you gitting it full cob-things." 

Which was quite imaginary there was 
no such thing as a cobweb in the house. 

" Sa-ay ! Tha' 's a foanny kind clothes! " 
She peered at Bob from between the parted 
tails. It made Bob laugh a little. 

"Ah-h-h! Tha' 's nize. 'When you 
laugh the demons skeered away.' " 

She had rendered the proverb with great 

"Now, then! How you are brave once 
more! " 

For Bob's bearing had grown fearfully 

The rehearsal of the speech went n. 

For, to elucidate a little, the coat was a 
swallowtail, Bob's first, and the occasion 
was not merely one of Mrs. Rawlins's Thurs- 
day "things" (to quote from Bob's and 
Kohana-San's private vocabulary), but a 
much more solemn affair nothing less, in 
short, than a going-away party for Bob, 


who had arrived at the age of one-and- 
twenty. And his fond mother had set her 
heart upon having Bob make a speech in 
response to a toast of the Rev. Dr. Peabody, 
which she had also inspired. Her husband, 
a naval officer, had had a theory that to van- 
quish difficulties one must plunge into the 
midst of them. Bob was destined to illus- 
trate this original theory by being thrust 
suddenly forth into that fierce light which 
beats upon a personage. 


Now, Bob had been born in Japan, and he 
and Kohana-San had been chums time out 
of mind. He might have remembered insist- 
ing upon her opening and shutting her eyes 
from time to time, like " other Japanese 
dolls"; and she would certainly have re- 
membered how she had always solemnly 
done it. But now, as ever (though both 
had technically " grown up "), they went to 
each other for comfort in their troubles. 
And this threatened speech was certainly 


the worst they had ever had, Bob insisted. 
Kohana-San (perhaps it is unnecessary to 
explain) quite agreed with him ; she always 
did this, and still curiously enough al- 
ways had her own way. 

First they went to Mrs. Rawlins and 
begged for Bob's release. This she affec- 
tionately but firmly refused. Bob, she said, 
was a man, and he must learn the duties of 
a man, and among those of an American 
gentleman was the ability to make a speech. 
She was then petitioned to provide the 
speech. This she also declined to do. 
American gentlemen, she said, must be able 
to prepare their own speeches. Whereupon 
Bob and Kohana-San went for a walk among 
the tombs in Shiba. 

" I say, Kohana-San, I shall have to disap- 
pear," said Bob, with desperate finality. 
"That 's what everybody does who gets 
into a hole." 

If Bob meant this humorously, consider- 
ing their whereabouts, it passed quite un- 

Perhaps, however, it spurred Kohana-San 
to extraordinary effort. The next day she 
appeared with the speech of one Senator 
Gopher, clipped from a Chinese newspaper. 


" Tha' 's mos' bes' nize speech / aever 
see! " she declared. She read a little of it. 
"Jus'///// igles, dragons, Goddess Liberty, 
an' Suffering Freedom In-de-pen-dence f 
I got not a speech inside my hade, you got 
not inside your hade. What you go'n' 
do ? Why, tha' 's mos' nize speech ! " 

She put it at him, and, being at the end of 
his wits, and thus tempted, he fell. 

With a feeling of guilt acknowledged by 
both, but excused by the condign necessity, 
they set about editing the speech to suit the 
occasion, and then took up its rehearsal. 
But Bob was dissatisfied. 

" Kohana-San," he protested, "those are 
not my sentiments. I don't believe in the 
eagle-and-dragon business." 

"No!" cried Kohana-San, tragically, "I 
don', too. But what you go'n' do ? You 
got have sentiments. An' if you got not 
some of your own sa-ay what kin you 
do ? Why! git some sentiments on outside 
your hade. Aha! Tha' 's a pity you got 
deceive your modder yaes. But if you 
don' deceive her, you go'n' break her heart 
break her heart all up! Me? I thing 
tha' 's mos' bes'. If you break her heart, 
she go'n' die. If you deceive her liddle, she 


go'n' live. Mebby she don' fine out. Mebby 
she don' keer if she do fine out. Sa-ay 
you got speak those speech 'bout igles an' 
suffering i'ree-dom. Me ? I 'm sawry ver' 
sawry. But what km you do ? " 

Well, Bob did not see any more than 
Kohana-San what he could do. But fate 
seemed inscrutable. He looked, as he had 
so often done, at the brave little girl in won- 
der and admiration. 

"You 're not bashful, nor nor a 
chump!" he accused, then. 

"No, "confessed Kohana-San, with down- 
dropped head. 

Now it happened that this was a very 
charming pose for her. 

"Only bewitching," said Bob. 

" Yaes," confessed the girl, again. 

" I wish I were like you," sighed Bob. 

" Be-witch-ing ? " 

" You could make that speech." 

" Yaes," sighed Kohana-San, " but I could 
not wear those coat." 

"No; the whole silly business goes 
together"; and he ruefully regarded his 
faultlessly gloved hands. Kohana-San did 
the same. 

" Leviathan, are n't they ? " 


" Le-vi-a wha' 's that ? " questioned Ko- 
hana-San, in some alarm. 

"Big as a house." 

She held up her own satiny small ones. 
Bob inclosed both of them in his one. 

The naval cadet was heard, like a machine, 
on the stairs. 

Bob glared in that direction ferociously 
and let go the hands. 

" Come come comefcried Kohana-San, 
panically, rearranging the kanzashi in her 
hair. She was to make the tea, in the 
Japanese fashion. 

" Yes," said Bob, with a frightful thump- 
ing in the cardiac region; "I might as well 
get it over. This coat will you give me a 
lift ? " 

This was to the cadet, who stood like a 
graven image at the head of the stairs ; but 
Kohana-San had him inside of it in a jiffy. 

"Go on, Admiral!" said Bob. "We 're 

The cadet threw one hand to his chest, 
dropped the other at his side, faced about, 
and started down, processionally. 

" An' me ? I take your arm, this away ? " 
Kohana-San did it with a gay grace. 

Bob immediately lost his transient gaiety. 


" But you lig escort me ? " 

"Of course," said Bob, gallantly. 

" Then why you that sad ? " Kohana-San 
pouted a moment, then dropped his arm. 

" Go before, then, Mister Bashful Bob, an' 
I come behine, lig I jus' a slave, an' you a 

But Bob had already repented. 

" In America it is ladies first." 

He stood aside with the finest bow she 
had ever seen him make. 

" Sa-ay," she said, with the confidence of 
a chum, "you not Bashful Bob." 

"Yes, I am," groaned Bob. 

"You not," insisted Kohana-San. 

" I am. I 'm afraid of girls, and pretty 
fellows, like your brother, as well as 

"Ah, yaes; but you brave an' strong; 
an' Ani-San is jus' " 

" Pretty ? " said Bob, with distinct inward 
gratitude. " He could make that speech, too, 
and get enjoyment out of it, I suppose. I 'm 
in a perspiration." 

"An' it is col' weather!" laughed his 

" Sa-ay, I will as' the Sun-Goddess to help 


She announced it as a triumph of subtlety. 

"Do," counseled Bob; "and if she 's the 
sort of a goddess she ought to be, she '11 
send an earthquake, or something of that 
sort, at the right moment." He stopped 
with his coat half off again. " I 'd rather be 
shot, slightly, than make that speech. Look 
here, Kohana-San ; I believe I '11 steal a march 
on mama, and just thank them in the good 
old American fashion for their patronage, or 
words to that effect, and hoping for a con- 
tinuance of the same don't you know ? " 

"Tha' 's mos' bes' nize of aeny! " declared 
the girl, comfortingly. " But your modder 
she lig you say those 'bout Goddess Liberty 
an' Suffering Freedom In-de-pen-dencef an' 
'bout the igle." 

" Yes," sighed the victim of circumstance. 

The white uniform began to appear again, 
and they descended behind it. 



BOB found long coat-tails even more of a 
nuisance than he had supposed he should. 
He discovered presently that the Japanese 


tailor had deliberately neglected to put 
pockets in the trousers. 

" What the deuce does he expect a fellow 
to do with his hands ? " he asked Kohana- 
San, as if she were to blame for it. She 
could not make him believe that the tailor 
had probably forgotten it, and she did not 
much comfort him by the information that 
Ani-San never had any pockets in his uni- 

" That 's the reason I want pockets in 
mine," said Bob. " But say; I never knew 
before that there was such an intimate rela- 
tion between pockets and hands." He re- 
flected a moment. " Look here; I 've heard 
that they do that sometimes to divorce a 
fellow's hands from his pockets ! Well, I '11 
do with my hands precisely as I please! 
And the next uniform of this kind I get, I 
will have pockets all over it, just for spite." 

"How that will be nize! " said Kohana- 

Bob's mother was very proud of him that 
night, and looking down upon her white hair 
and pretty figure, Bob was conscious of 
heroic pride in being sacrificed for her. 

" Or otherwise there would be no speech 
to-night by Robinson Crusoe Rawlins," said 


he, within himself. Bob had once or twice 
thought that it was this name of his that 
made him so bashful. It was so much like 
a joke. He had been born on a nearly desert 
island, Yezo, and his father, in the ill- 
ness of his mother, had attended to his 
christening. The evidence, to Bob, though 
circumstantial, was complete. She called 
him Robert; but Bob, whenever it came to 
a question of his name, gave it in full, and 
in defiance. 

His mother took admirable care of him in 
the crush of guests who presently came, 
and Bob was delighted to find more and 
more use for his hands, and that his gloves 
were becoming more and more soiled. 

His mother was as pleased as he, except 
as to the condition of his gloves. 

"Robert," she said, "only a very little 
confidence in yourself, and a little self-for- 
getfulness, and you can do anything." 

But she had to leave him then, and his 
spirits fell. Kohana-San, released from her 
duties by Mrs. Rawlins, came up behind him. 

" You not bashful. You deceiving me all 
times," she accused reproachfully. "Me? 
I see you doing so so so! " She illus- 
trated: "'Tha' 's nize evening, Mrs. Willing. 


Yaes, ma'am.' 'Tha' 's nize day, Mrs. Fin- 
ley. Yaes, ma'am. How your health is ? 
. Yaes. An' the health of your large family ? 
Ma'am? Ah, thangs.' Me? / cannot be 
50 be-witch-ing. You deceiving me all times ! 
Tha' 's not nize for me." 

She dramatized his debut with the most 
charming inflections and gestures, and meant 
it to be vastly encouraging; but it brought 
up Bob's specter again. 

" Oh," he groaned, " I had forgotten fora 
moment. I believe if it were not for that 
I should enjoy myself, in spite of these 
clothes, with your help." 

He glanced fearfully around, and found 
Dr. Peabody's smile upon him, as who 
should say, " Be of good cheer. " He dragged 
Kohana-San precipitately behind a screen, 
and once more fished the paper out of his 

" You got have it your hade," admonished 
Kohana-San, forcibly. 

" I have, somewhere. But I can never lay 
hands upon it when I want it. Now! " 

They went over it again, and returned, 
and at last Bob's hour arrived. Dr. Peabody 
was getting to his feet, and polishing his 




"FRIENDS," he began, "if this is not the 
happiest moment of my life, it is one of 
them. Our young friend here," he turned 
directly upon Bob, and so did everybody 
else, "I say, our young friend here is 
about to return to his native land, to take 
his part in the responsibilities of the grand- 
est government on earth. From the land of 
the Sun-Goddess to the land of the Goddess 
of Liberty from the place where freedom 
has been born anew to the one where lib- 
erty and independence, one and inseparable, 
had their first baptism of fire! Ladies and 
gentlemen, ties have grown up between 
that country and this which have more than 
a moral significance. This nation is destined 
to blaze the way in the East to a new birth 
of civilization and freedom, as that did in 
the West more than a hundred years ago. 
And our young friend here is but another 
who shall assist in bringing these mighty 
forces together. When the American eagle 
and the Japanese dragon shall have frater- 


nized, and the Yankee of the East and the 
Yankee of the West shall join hands across 
the sea in one commercial brotherhood, the 
salvation of the nations is assured. And 
when the lamb, with the fleece of industry, 
and the lion, with its power, shall, not lie 
down together in idle slumber, but go forth 
together in joyous and enlightened toil, then 
indeed is the millennium almost come. In 
his presence it is not proper to speak of his 
sterling young manhood. You all know 
him as I do, and perhaps that is enough. 
But I cannot forbear to venture this much, 
even to his face: if I were asked for a model 
upon which to build the nascent citizenship 
of the great country to which he goes on the 
2Oth instant by the Empress of India, I 
should point with pride to our young friend, 
Mr. Robinson Crusoe Rawlins! " 

Dr. Peabody had spoken Senator Gopher's 
speech without editing, and with his own 
horrid improvisations. 

During the applause nobody thought of 
Bob. But he dazedly saw his mother hasten- 
ing from the other end of the room toward 
him, while between he encountered the stony 
stare of the cadet; and then he heard some- 
thing like a sob behind him. He reached 


back and touched the comforting little hand 
he found in his way. Then he rose. His 
feet were unsteady, and his face was very 
pale. He saw his mother pause perplexed 
in the crowd on the right. The stare of the 
cadet was like a lodestone to his eyes. He 
tried to smile at him carelessly, but knew it 
was a ghastly sham. He determined grimly 
that he would be heard, if only by way of a 
savage yell; that, bethought, would at least 
be American. But when he opened his 
mouth his tongue clacked against the roof 
of it. Kohana-San put a glass of water into 
his hand ; but he was too far gone in panic 
now to know what to do with it. The action 
loosed something within that welled up into 
his throat and choked and blinded him. He 
suddenly dropped into his chair, and covered 
his face with his hands. 

Kohana-San placed herself before him. 
She too was very pale, and while one hand 
was waving itself out toward her audience 
very prettily, and quite according to rule, 
the other was clenched desperately on the 
edge of the table. 

" Tha' 's account he too mod-es' to listen 
'bout hisse'f. That breaking his heart. 
'Bout some other he kin make speech all 


day an' all night. He got nize speech 'bout 
igle an' dragon also. Me ? How I know ? 
I see it. But he break his heart. He lig 
thang you 'bout your pat-ron-ages, an' hop- 
ing that you con-tinue same for aever an' 
aever. You got to henceforth aexcuse him ; 
an' me you got aexcuse me." 

The company promptly recovered from 
the death-like horror of his own fiasco, and 
thundered its approval of Kohana-San. And 
Bob had the guilty consciousness that he 
liked the applause more than any one else. 
He reached under the table and caught again 
the little brown hand he found there. 

" God bless you," he said; " I '11 never for- 
But his eyes gave way to a sound. A 
curious rumbling detached itself from the 
noise of hands and voices. It caught an ear 
as keen for " signs " of this sort as an Indian's 
for those of another sort. Bob had been 
born to this noise, and he knew it. It grew. 
No one else seemed to have noticed it. 

His mother, with a grave and remorseful 
face, was approaching him; but he did not 
see her. 

"Bob," she was saying contritely, "you 
must try and forgive me. I know you did 


it for me. It was a foolish ambition of 
mine. If I had at all suspected" 

"Git out! " shouted Bob, with a sudden 
leap upon the table into the midst of dishes 
and viands. "Git out all of you! " He 
caught the large beam which crossed the 
apartment just as it was leaving its mortise. 
Those who had not understood at first knew 
now what it meant. The sickening rock of 
the earthquake followed. 


PRESENTLY some one made a light. Bob 
looked down from where he was holding 
the beam from doing destruction, like an- 
other young Atlas. All his good humor had 

" Oh, Kohana-San! That 's lucky. You 're 
worth the whole lot of them. That you, 
mother? Excuse me for frightening you, 
but there was no time for talk." Bob 
grinned good-naturedly. " That beam had 
to be stopped, and talk would n't do it. 
Kohana-San, did you run ? " 


: " You thing I go'n' 'way while you 
making suchmzQ speech ! " 

Bob was not quite sure whether she was 
sobbing or laughing. 

"Speech! What speech? I must have 
been unconscious." 

"That 'Gz'/out!'" 

It was certain that she was laughing now ; 
but it was also certain that Mrs. Rawlins's 
nerves had broken, and that she was cry- 

" Now, wait a minute, mother, till I get 
down here, and I '11 fix it all right with you. 
I can't make a speech." 

" But you kin hole up a house! " 

Kohana-San's words were disjointed by 
her struggles to get some of the fusuma out 
of their grooves and under the threatening 

The cadet carefully inserted his head be- 
tween the fusuma to see if things were done 
falling. In Japanese houses occupied by 
Japanese there is seldom anything to fall; 
but it is quite the other way in Japanese 
houses occupied by foreigners. 

" Come in ! " shouted Bob. " Everything 
is down but me; and I want to get down. 
Say, be useful, for once, won't you ? Help 


your little sister to prop this beam, and give 
me a rest. Never mind your trousers." 

But the cadet got himself carefully inside, 
rolled up his trousers, pulled his sleeves out 
of the way, and then did as he was told 
with great efficiency. 

Bob jumped down, and caught his mother 
up in his arms. 

"I say, little mammy," Bob began, "I 'm 
as sorry as I possibly can be" 

"I 'm not," sobbed his mother, savagely. 

" What ? " shouted Bob, giving her an 
ecstatic hug. " Thanks ! " 

" It was very foolish of me, and vulgar. 
I don't want you to make speeches." 

" Second the motion," said Bob. 

" Except like that one." 

" ' Get out ' ? " 

"You said 'git'!" 

"Oh, well," laughed Bob. 

His mother, for once, did n't seem to care 
a particle about the style of his language. 

" I want you to be able to do things." 

"That 's all right," said Bob, confidently. 

" And to be brave," said his mother. 

"That 's harder," confessed Bob. "Ko- 
hana-San ? " He looked about, but she and 
the Admiral had quietly slipped out, fearing 


one of those American manifestations of 
emotion which are so embarrassing to the 
Japanese. " I meant her to respond to that 
toast, mammy, because she does it so well 
and she is brave." 

His mother wound an arm about him, and 
called him a rogue. Bob presently disen- 
tangled himself to show her the gloves, split 
through the palms, and the coat, split up the 
back. To Bob's surprise, his mother smiled, 
and he, encouraged thereby, laughed. 

" I say, little mammy, I never thought I 
could be so happy in these garments." 

" You are not very much in them," sighed 
his mother. 

" I '11 wear them hereafter with pleasure," 
laughed Bob. 



FROM the deck of the Empress of India Bob 
at last saw a small gray figure arrive upon 
the pier. He thought it looked just a little 
woeful. He dashed down the gang-plank 
and almost over it. 


" I knew you 'd come!" he cried. 

She seemed frightened by his ardor. 

" House is all fixed up again." 

He saw by her face that she knew this. 

" I say, it was good of you and Amaterasu 
to bring on that earthquake just at the right 
moment, and give me a chance." 

" You got make speech then ! " 

Bob shouted joyously. He had about ex- 
hausted his small talk. 

" Tha' 's mos' bes' nize speech of all." 

" An' that the mos' bes' nize earthquake 
of all." 

"Me? I also lig gents what kin do 

"Me? I also lig girls what kin say 

The ship was giving its last warning. 

"Well "began Bashful Bob, with an- 
other such uprising in his throat as on the 
night of his party, holding out his hands. 
But she was looking down, and did not 
see them. 

" Sa-qy, you aever coming back at Japan 
'nother time? Me? I thing I git that 
lonely if you don'," was what she was 

It was her most charming pose again. 


" Am I ever coming back ? Oh, say, 
look up here!" 

She did it; and Bob, who had seen a man 
on his right snatch a kiss and run up the 
gang-plank, did the same such is the bane 
of example. 

And all down the bay Bob kept his handker- 
chief going, and Kohana-San kept answer- 
ing it, till long after he was out of sight. 
Then she turned happily away. 

"Tha' 's firs' time I aever been kiss," she 
mused, as she went. " Tha' 's tha' 's mos' 
bes' nize " she thought a moment, " tha' 's 
mos' bes' nize" She came into collision 
with a jinriki-man a moment later. She 
looked up with the little dream still in her 
eyes, and murmured: "Tha' 's mos' bes' 
nize " The jinriki-man grinned. Kohana- 
San smiled. " Gomen nasai " (" I beg your 
pardon "), she said, still smiling, as she went 
on her way. 

The man turned to look after her. Then 
he too changed his grin for a smile. 




F, ten years and more ago, you 
were arriving in the city of 
Tokio by rail, you would get 
down at the station in the 
Shimbashi-dori Street of the 
New Bridge. Then you would select a 
'rikisha. There would be plenty of these 
to choose from. But (if you were minded 
like me) you would seek out one Kito. The 
rest of his name you might never learn 
and it would matter little that you did not. 
To him, after the brief conflict which every 
foreigner has with his Western repugnance 

160 KITO 

to such frail conveyance and such intelligent 
motive power, you would surrender your- 
self, feeling, I trust, that you had done well. 
But, if you should, unwisely, ask yourself 
afterward why you had chosen him rather 
than one of his more goodly fellows, you 
would be a little puzzled for a reason if 
you cared for reasons. It was not because 
he would carry you for less than they, 
whatever you chose to give, and with 
greater despatch (were you minded to hurry 
rather than kill the lazy days). These 
you would not at that time have learned. 
You would, in fact, be left without an 
adequate motive. And this, if you must 
always have motives, would be vexatious. 
For there would be left you but an indefina- 
ble sense of faithfulness, and a vague, 
necessitous beseeching which Kito had 
somehow inspired. And perhaps you noted 
this the more because he did not solicit you 
only looked at you as a vagrant dog 
looks. You would probably end by declar- 
ing a truce to sentiment, which you found 
persistently attaching itself to your coolie, 
entirely without his connivance, you would 
admit, and you would not keep the truce. 
Nothing is so insidious as sentiment. And 

KITO 161 

when its object is before you it is often in- 

Kite's departures from the mood and 
habitude of his sprightly fellows were so 
many that he was quite alien among them. 
Mere physical differences you would proba- 
bly have noticed first in your perambulatory 
acquaintance. As you drowsed along be- 
hind him, day after day, in the air that has 
always the languor of afternoon, you would 
be driven by the mere fact of having him 
constantly in your eye, and your eye con- 
stantly reacting upon an Eastern vacuity of 
mind (which you were surprised to find 
yourself acquiring in spite of yourself), to a 
comparison of your coolie with others you 
met, passed, and traveled with; for his kind 
are legion. These comparisons, even though 
your analytical edge were somewhat dulled 
by the lotus air, would inevitably be unfa- 
vorable to Kito. Perhaps you were on the 
lookout for the picturesque in Japan, where 
it is fondly fancied to be indigenous? Well, 
Kito was commonplace repellent. You 
probably adored Truth? But there were 
certain contradictions about your 'riki'-man 
which struck you with the disfavor of de- 
tected prevarication. Thus, if you regarded 

1 62 KITO 

his appearance only, he was quite a patriarch 
among his short-lived fellows. If you 
pressed him to tell his age and not lie, for 
it is a very gentle infamy of the Japanese to 
add other years to their own, he would 
confess, with such shamefacedness as dis- 
armed your just indignation, that he was 
but little more than thirty how much more 
he would leave you to guess, hoping you 
would fix it near forty. Again, you would 
be surprised to see him, now and then, 
straighten up into a man tall enough to do 
credit to his Satsuma ancestry, while you 
had settled it irrevocably that he was below 
even the medium Japanese stature. And, 
once more: maybe you had fancied from his 
humility that his extraction was humble. 
Not so. He was a samurai. The sole 
adornment of his severe physiognomy (and 
perhaps you did not regard it as an adorn- 
ment at all, nor his physiognomy worth 
adorning) was the queue which was the 
badge of his caste. Part of his small earnings 
went for the regular shaving of his head 
and the care of this excrescence upon it. 
He might have worn two swords ! He had 
tnemathome wherever that was to wear. 
But then he could not have been your 

KITO 163 

riki'-man. They were long Kio blades 
not such as the Tokio fops carried, but 
swords that were heavy enough to cleave a 
skull if they were but let fall. Old swords. 
And they had done this grisly office. They 
were nicked in a way any samurai under- 
stood. But of that a little later. At first 
the queue might have struck you as not 
only another ambiguity, but an arrogance. 
There was nothing " military " or stalwart 
about the poor devil. His calves were 
knubby and fluctuating. His bowed legs, 
instead of strength, spoke of feebleness. 
His coloring was a mere matter of patch- 
work, from the African blackness of his 
sunken cheeks to the ivory ghastliness of 
the frontal bones where the tight-drawn 
skin outlined the sutures. And he had no 
pride that thing which no samurai ever 
before lacked. 

Kito's attire (like that of his fellows in 
those days I have since seen baggy breeches 
which make a 'riki'-man look like a Zouave) 
was just as much as, and no more than, 
modern Japanese virtue enacted into law 
(after our Western kind) obliged him to 
cover his former nakedness with. Heaven 
be praised ! the law was made for the treaty 

,6 4 KITO 

ports alone. A loin-cloth ; a wide, ill-fitting 
shirt of cotton stuff, blue, with some seal- 
characters in white stamped on its back his 
seal. The sleeves, in their infinite length 
and breadth, carried everything some of 
them quite unmentionable. Upon occasion 
he added to these a spherical hat and a rain- 
coateach of straw. But these were also 
mere concessions to public morals and law. 
He preferred that the rain should beat upon 
his body and the sun upon his head. He 
had a certain kinship with the elements. 
And there were other occasions, happily in- 
frequent, when the eyes of the pretty po- 
lice were sharpened by new orders, the 
transportation of a " barbarian " with a tall 
hat (which was, in those days, taken for 
earnest of foreign greatness), or of a native 
aristocrat who wore European attire, or of a 
woman who wore spectacles, when he 
was constrained to don a frail, trouser-like 
garment and straw sandals, which he kept 
surreptitiously in his 'rikisha. He was then, 
if ever, in full dress and most miserable. 
At other times he went barefooted, bare- 
legged, bareheaded and was a little happier. 
Curiously enough, Kite's 'rikisha had 
faithfully acquired his characteristics, and in 

KITO 165 

a less meliorable form. Its appearance bred, 
at first, a suspicion of decrepitude. But there 
was, withal, a worn-out usefulness about it 
which would appeal to you like an old 
garment. And, like an old garment, it 
would reward you with great comfort and 
entire faithfulness lacking only beauty 
and grace. Still, in its grizzled age there 
were yet traces of brilliant lacquer and glit- 
tering brass. And you could easily sup- 
ply, in fancy, the lanterns and streamers 
which must have hung from the shafts of 
such an equipage and all the other finery 
with which Kito had begun his career. 
There are no such now. But there were 
then and Kito had truly the gayest 'rikisha 
in all Tokio. For then he had also hope. 
There was a rich yellow hood, and the 
cushions were of crimson Kio velvet. And 
there was no difficulty about fares. For his 
wheels ran so true, and there was such soft- 
ness in the springs, that to take passage with 
Kito was like wooing lotus dreams. Think 
of that rush down the Tokaido! White- 
green rice-fields, black-green palms, glitter- 
ing bamboos, pink cherries, golden temples, 
red shrines, laughing yadoya, bridges, canals, 
rivers, people, swiftly as the flight of the 

1 66 K1TO 

stork. How could he run all day ? Why, 
he had stouter legs and a stouter heart then. 
You can measure, if you please, the decline 
of his hopes, the loss of his joy, very ac- 
curately by inspecting him and his 'rikisha, 
and remembering what I have told you, 
shall tell you. Now, as you chose him, 
perhaps you perceived that there were holes 
in the mongrel-tinted hood; the brazen brav- 
ery had taken on the oxid of many evil 
years; the lacquer had been wounded by 
countless shocks and had been healed by 
artless repairs. 

In short, both Kito and his vehicle had 
fallen into a gaunt and unfriended old age, 
not of years, but of circumstances circum- 
stances which you somehow felt, but could 
not guess. Both had the appearance of hav- 
ing all to do that was possible in keeping 
body and soul together. For things in Japan 
have souls also. 

I have spoken of Kito's brethren. Yet, in 
a sense other than professional, he had none. 
And even his professional attachments were 
tenuous in the extreme. So that those who 
lived by the same business, and whose com- 
panionship he could not entirely evade, had 
finally found a name for him which meant 

KITO 167 

" silent, sulky fellow " the harshest in theif 
polite vocabulary. Yet he was courtesy 
itself in his intercourse with them. If he 
had only added to his courtesy comradeship! 
But their hilarity, songs, dances, races, 
wrestles, went on without him without so 
much as a smile. The Japanese face is made 
and educated to express nothing. Kito, look- 
ing always within, could have' taught his 
fellows something even of this art. As for 
comradeship that was impossible. 

His foreign fares usually cursed him for 
his animal-like imperviousness to things 
human such, for instance, as laughter. 
He could n't laugh though sometimes he 
piteously tried. They always gave him up 
after a brief effort, and called him un mis- 
erable if they were French or Russian, " poor 
devil" if they were English or American- 
But in one thing they were curiously alike: 
none ever failed to add to the pittance of 
his tariff the rin which came up with the 
small coin from their pockets. 

Take him for all in all, if you had come to 
Japan, where meekness is soil of the soil, 
seeking its completest incarnation, Kito and 
his 'rikisha (for they were but a single entity) 
must have satisfied you utterly. His humil- 

1 68 KITO 

ity, by reason of its unobtrusiveness, would 
have obtruded itself so persistently upon you 
as at first to give offense. You would has- 
tily havesuspected him of a habitof vainglory 
in it of getting under your feet, like some 
of those beggars in India, simply to call your 
attention upon him. You would have noticed 
that the dogs (and what mongrel curs they 
are!) took their way leisurely from under 
his wheels, knowing that he would stop and 
risk your displeasure rather than run them 
down. You would come, after a while, 
nevertheless, to understand that the back 
bent toward you had other burdens than 
you to bear weightier ones. Then you 
would pity the back. You would respect 
the humility, perhaps because there was no 
whine in it, and your words to him would 
take on the emphasis of hope and cheer as 
if it were these he needed. And if you had 
not been a little afraid you would probably 
have patted him on his bent back and told 
him to brace up or something like that 
in the cheerful American fashion. And 
though he would have said nothing and 
looked little, your words would have com- 
forted him, and you would somehow know 
this and be glad you had uttered them. For 
he had a child's simplicity, and would believe 

KITO 169 

what you told him because you were " hon- 
orable " ; that is, entirely worthy of belief. 
But your speech would have to be quite 
direct. He drew no inferences, he under- 
stood no innuendo, he made no analogies. 
If he comprehended you at all, it was in the 
way of your very words. 

Kito's was a short-lived trade; and he had 
already (if we speak of his outside only) 
outlived his time. Yet he held on, sustained 
by something within, it must have been, 
unsteady, faltering sometimes, sometimes 
with a gasp of pain at the cardiac region, 
sometimes overcome by a weariness his will 
could not entirely subdue on, silent and 
gray in the cheer and light about him, to 
some hopeless goal that no one knew, no 
one cared to know. Well, your care was 
simply what it would have been in the hir- 
ing of a horse. If Kito chose to import into 
the transaction the human equation, that was 
his affair, not yours. Sentiment in either case 
would have been an impudent imposition 
upon the terms of the contract. You wanted 
speed. And yet, sentiment would tug hard 
at your heart as you watched Kito's pitiful 
back, and you would sometimes forget 
about speed. 

When not " otherwise engaged " (and he 



had other engagements, as we shall see) 
Kito could be found at the railway-station 
aforesaid.Of At the sacred groves of Shiba -fas- 
was always " otherwise engaged." To the 
former place he came only after passing a 
number of profitless days at the latter. If 
you asked him why he did not seek a more 
busy center the Castle, where the patronage 
of officialdom was to be had, the great 
temple of Asakusa, where all the humbler 
and merrier people were, the improvident, 
with holiday purses in their sleeves he 
would hang his head in confusion ; he would 
not answer. To answer would be to involve 
his history, and he would not presume to 
your very face to the possession of such an 
absurd thing. To press him would be un- 
wise; for then he would slink away, and 
for some days you would not find him at 
Shiba, or the station in the Shimbashi-dori, 
or anywhere. And, believe me, you would 
miss him. 

Perhaps you would think of it occasion- 
ally. The railway-station you would under- 
stand in one word money. But Shiba, the 
wondrous, the beautiful no money was 
there, nor anything but silence and awe. 
Grim and ancient vaults of cryptomeria, 

KITO 171 

shrines whose charms of color and form in- 
toxicate one's eyes, tombs of Japan's ancient 
rulers by the sword, the shoguns, temples 
where art has lavished itself like libations to 
the gods of the place, and over all the dead 
silence which awes one into littleness, and 
somehow befits the worship of Buddha, 
Prince of Heaven. And here too was Kito, 
unhallowed, unbeautiful, like a shade, haunt- 
ing the beauty. Do you care for the story ? 
It is like going seriously into the private 
chronicles of your pack-horse. 


WELL, then, there was a day when Kito 
wore the two swords I have mentioned. 
And yet he did not care for swords, nor 
honors, nor glory. The only thing he cared 
for was Owannon. . At this time he had 
her but he had her because of the swords. 
He got his swords, his rank (of samurai), 
and his wife at the same time. And when 
vr.e first summons came to attend his lord 
ii: battle, his wife was reclining across his 

1 72 KITO 

knees. She was laughing up in his face. 
The baby was between them. The swords 
were rusting in their chest (he had only 
seen them once). He had forgotten who 
his lord was ! 

Said his wife, with a sigh, after her shiver 
of fear: 

"No samurai, whose soul is the sword, 
whose watchword is Honor, will disobey 
his lord. Put on your armor, take your 
swords, and go!" 

But then she sobbed. 

Nevertheless, she dragged the rattling 
armor from its chest, dropping tears upon it, 
and put it on him. Then they could stop 
trembling and laugh a little; for it was a 
sorry figure indeed that he cut. There was 
a huge bamboo head-piece with a great 
golden crest noble and dignified, but very 
heavy at the top. There was a casque of 
many layers of lacquered bamboo. There 
were greaves which projected above his 
knees ; for he was too small for the armor. 
Thus accoutred, Kito, a little later, went out, 
with Saigo and others accoutred like him, to 
meet the imperial army with its guns and 
cannon. The heaven-sent Sword the Ex- 

KITO 173 

calibur of Japan and the Brocade Banner 
were also with the army. These were the 
symbols of righteous war. And Saigo, the 
rebel, had nothing but those long, ancient 
swords and bamboo armor. 

Kito knew nothing about the quarrel. 
No rumors of war had reached him in his 
secluded home. It is doubtful if he knew 
that he was in rebellion against his sovereign ; 
for all about him, from his august chieftain 
to the abjectest ronin, wore the imperial 
brocade. He made no inquiries. What he 
wished was to kill the men he supposed it 
was his duty to kill, whoever they were, 
and go home. He could not understand 
why all his comrades had left their homes 
to fight. He understood a little better after 
some thought. None of them would have 
been there if they had had wives and babies 
such as his, he felt quite sure. To his cov- 
ert inquiries they answered that they had 
neither of these. But and he laughed 
gladly of course not! there was not an- 
other Owannon nor another Yuki in the 
world. That was the reason. Then he 
laughed again, and was quite patient for the 
rest of the campaign. 



WELL, the agony of revolt was short enough 
to please even Kito. Saigo and his gallant, 
fatuous band went to death at Shiroyama 
with the blood of their first conflict still 
upon their swords. And there they lie to- 
day, in the little graveyard of Jokoji, in a 
huge trench all of them but Kito. For 
when they drew their swords for Saigo they 
swore never to sheathe them until he should 
command it all but Kito. And when he did 
command it they refused, preferring to die 
with him all but Kito. They sheathed them 
deeply in their own bodies and died. He 
gashed his throat and lay with them. 

But at night he stole back over the fire and 
devastation to his home on the hills of Ka- 
goshima, only to find, where his rice-fields 
had been, the imperial tents, and in his 
dainty house the booted and spurred officers 
of the imperial army and not his wife, not 
his baby. 

They were kind to him, these imperial 
officers. They did not ignominiously kill 

KITO 175 

him, as they had the emperor's warrant for 
doing; they permitted him to kill himself, 
that he might continue to be accredited (as 
he now was) to the glorious trench at Jo- 
koji, which was to live in history forever. 
Kito assented, felt the edge of his sword, 
smiled in a ghastly fashion, and inquired 
hesitatingly the whereabouts of his wife 
and child. He cared nothing for the glory 
of the trench. The officers drove him away 
from his own door with fierce gibes and 
strict injunctions to die at once, or 

From a secluded nook in the hills Kito 
looked down upon his home for many days. 
Perhaps he shed a few tears, soldier though 
he was. And who would not ? His rice- 
fields were dry; his mats, which nothing 
harsher than his own bared feet had ever 
touched, were being trodden to shreds by 
the steel-shod officers; and his tiny garden, 
with its bamboos, its oranges, its wistaria- 
covered tea-house, all fashioned by his own 
hands, was but a pretty booth for sake- 

Yet, could it all have purchased one word 
of the whereabouts of his wife and child, 
Kito would have gone away and left it. 

Then, one day, as he looked, a sudden 

i-]6 KITO 

flame burst from the thatch of the roof. 
Kito leaped up and ran without thought 
toward his little house. Every now and 
then, through the trees, he caught a glimpse 
of the flames which were eating it up. 
When he arrived it was but a heap of ashes. 
The officers were jogging merrily away 
in the valley below. The rebellion was 
crushed. Peace had come. Thus they 
celebrated it. 

As he stood there, a man he knew spoke 
to him. 

" Who are you ? " he asked savagely. 

"Me?" answered Kito, dizzily. "I am 
a man." His beard had grown in his 

"Yes," said his neighbor, ironically, "I 
supposed that. But one of this kind ? " 
He pointed to the ruins. " If so, may such 
a fate befall you! " 

Everybody was imperialist then. 

" What what is his fate ? " asked Kito. 

" He is dead. He is in the trench at Jokoji, 
with Saigo, more honored than he ought to 
be. The emperor has taken his house and 
burned it. He is dead, I say." 

" And had he a a family? " questioned 

KITO 177 

" He had a wife and child ; both very 
beautiful more beautiful than he deserved. 
When he killed himself with the rest at 
Shiroyama, they heard of it and disappeared. 
Some say the Lord Buddha took them. 
They disappeared like that smoke." He 
pointed to it. " They have never been seen 
since the news came home. As for me, I 
think they are still on earth. Others think 
them in heaven. He is dead do you 
hear? What can it matter where they 
are ? " 

" Yes," said Kito, softly, " I hear. He is 
dead. And what can it matter what can 
it matter ? " 

He turned and went back to the hills, re- 
peating to himself : "He is dead he is dead! 
What can it matter ? " 

For many days he sought them there. 
And when the days had lengthened into 
weeks, and the weeks into months, he met 
a woman, one day, who said, with quite an 
air, that it was nothing more mysterious 
than a pilgrimage to Ise. It was the season 
of the cherry-blossoms when they went, and 
perhaps they meant to renew the god-slips 
in the kamidana. That was their custom. 
Perhaps they had gone to supplicate the 

178 KITO 

Sun-Goddess for his return. Him ? Her 
husband, and the father of the child. But 
he was dead in the trench at Jokoji. What 
luck for an undeserving fool ! Did he know 
that he was dead ? Did he believe it ? 
There was no doubt of that to her, though 
there had been a whisper of doubt as to his 
end. Perhaps she had gone to Jokoji. Per- 
haps she had heard that whisper. 

He was quite sure, upon the instant, that 
they had gone to Jokoji! Possibly he had 
just missed them. He hastened back again 
to the battle-field. He was very sure. Some- 
times, on the way, he sang. The ghastly 
trench was green now. There was nothing 
to remind one of its horrors. They were 
not there. They had not been there, it 
seemed. No one had seen them. In the 
time he spent at Jokoji he wondered some- 
times whether he were not indeed beneath 
the green of that trench. Was this himself 
or another who was so bereft ? He had 
been very happy at Jokoji. But now it 
seemed eternities since then. And should 
he ever be happy again ? There was terror 
in the doubt. 

Then on to Ise, with a little less hope 
because the woman had suggested that. 

KITO 179 

They were not at the shrines, and the bonzes 
could tell him nothing. Then, after wearily 
waiting and searching there, back and forth 
over all the great roads, looking into every 
face he could, questioning every one who 
would bear it. 

So all over the empire, until age and 
weariness began to have their way with 
him, and all he knew, in a dazed, half-con- 
scious way, was that he must search on if 
he would find them. Presently his head 
went wrong, and he had only the recollection 
of long and dusty ways, of much turning 
aside to temples and shrines, of a child's face 
here, a woman's there. Sometimes there 
were kind words, sometimes revilings, 
sometimes neglect always cold and hunger 
and less and less joy. And these sap one's 

Then, one day, he found himself in quiet, 
sorrowful Shiba, telling, in his half-delirium, 
his story to the shaven priests. His despair 
must have moved their sluggish hearts to 
pity; for, miserable as he was, they took 
him in and fed and clothed him, then nursed 
back his wandering mind. Between his 
ravings and his supplications they learned 
his history as I have written it as I write it. 

i8o KITO 



IN the establishment of the Tokugawa 
dynasty the daimio to whom Kito's ances- 
tor owed allegiance lost his head ; whereby 
Kito's father and his father before him were 
left to draw their sword for whom they 
pleased which meant, in truth, wherever 
plunder or affection invited. But in the 
latter years of Kito's father the empire be- 
gan to draw together, which circumscribed 
his military usefulness to such an extent that 
he became, perforce, in his age, a law-abid- 
ing citizen, coming to live at last by the labor 
of his son's hands. To see this son of his 
gathering the beggarly rice which he had 
once won by a sweep of his halberd was 
like wormwood to him. And so, one day, 
after an explosion of wrath, he spat blood 
and died. But not before he had sent for 
Madzuri, his neighbor, and had a mysterious 
conference. After that he said a pleasant 
farewell to his son and died with satis- 

His death made no difference in the affairs 

KITO 181 

of Kito, except that life cost less. He began 
to enlarge his domain. 

I have said, I think, that he had adored 
Owannon, the daughter of Madzuri, from 
infancy. But his adoration was confined to 
such shy smiles as he might lavish at their 
infrequent meetings. He had little enough 
hope; for her father had managed to keep 
some of the state of a samurai, and in cir- 
cumstances was infinitely above his father, 
who had died a mere ronin. 1 

But now, when he was ready for his first 
full sowing, and was splashing delightedly 
about in his new rice-fields, strewing the 
grains, singing a little, all in the early morn- 
ing, who should come down to him, dain- 
tily picking her way along his dikes, but 
Owannon! He looked up, and at first 
thought he had seen a vision. But no; 
she spoke, hurriedly, with a heart that he 
could see palpitating in her bosom. And 
her eyes were full of tears. He knelt to her 
just where he was in the water and mud 
of his rice-field. 

Would he get his box of remedies 
quickly, and hasten to her father, who was 

1 A samurai who had lost his lord and become a free- 

1 82 KITO 

suddenly ill ? He was back in a moment 
with his medicines, he had been taught 
some simple rules of healing, and then 
Owannon led the way back along his dikes, 
hallowing them with every step. It was a 
long walk, and he did not take his eyes off 
her. And it is to be feared that he thought 
less of how he was to succor her father than 
he should have done. She was dressed in 
the crape and brocade finery of the night's 
revel at which her father had got his illness, 
and to his honest eyes was the fairest 
woman in all the world. 

Kite's little skill was of no avail. Madzuri 
died. And then only it transpired what the 
compact between the two old samurai had 
been. Before the death of the last of the 
two the child of the remaining one was to 
be adopted, or married to the child of the 
other, as they should choose, and the Kio 
blades and the bamboo armor were to be 
delivered to Kito, who was to swear to stand 
in the place of the two old samurai, and fight 
their battles, and avenge their wrongs, and 
those of all the samurai whose swords the 
imperial government threatened to take ; and 
Madzuri had put it off a little too long. 
But they knew his wishes. 

KITO 183 

Kito received the arms and swore the 
oath. There was nothing else to do. But 
as to the other, Madzuri died before it could 
be accomplished. When they were alone 
he, nevertheless, laid his hands at the feet 
of Owannon, and his head upon them, and 

" Will you have me for your brother or 
your husband ? " 

Owannon looked vastly frightened at 
first, then, covering her face from him, 

" I will have you for my brother." 

She hesitated just an instant before the 
last word. 

Kito did not move. 

" Is that not best ? " she asked, trem- 

Then Kito knew her heart and looked up. 
There was tenderness infinite in his eyes. 

"That is best," he said, "which you 

There was a long silence between them. 

" I desire that you shall be my" But 
she hesitated a long while now. " Yes, I 
desire that you shall be my my brother." 

"Your brother," repeated Kito, with his 
new smile, and he took her beautiful hands. 

1 84 KITO 

He asked nothing more, but was very 
gentle to her. All through the great funeral 
he was at her side. And if he was not, she 
was frightened and found him hastily. 
They went about hand in hand. She liked 
this. It was infinitely comforting. If he did 
not take her hand (sometimes he would pre- 
tend to forget it) she would slip it into his 
with a shy smile that had heaven in it to Kito. 

And this went on after the funeral, in 
their walks abroad. 

"Without your hand," she would say, 
"I am lost brother." 

"Without yours I die, sister," he would 

Kito himself charged the nostrils of his 
dead benefactor with the scented vermilion, 
and covered the patrician face with the fu- 
neral paint, whispering beatitudes the while 
to the departed spirit. They might as well 
have been whispered to Owannon, who sat 
with bowed head at his side; for they were 
for the living and not for the dead. 

And when the final rite was performed he 
left her at her door, saying: 

"Good night, sister. In the morning I 
will come." 

And she answered: 

KITO 185 

"Good night, brother. In the morning 

" I shall come every morning." 

"Yes," she smiled, "every morning 
every morning." 

And some great joy leaped up within her 
at that. 

But she did not sleep that night. And 
she sat where she could look over the hills 
to where he had gone. It was very cold 
and lonesome. And when he came in the 
morning, much earlier than she could pos- 
sibly have expected, she said with great 

" I did not think I should be so glad." 

" I also did not," he answered, taking the 
hands she gave him. 

" Because I did not sleep," she confessed. 

"Nor did I," he smiled. 

" / did not wish to sleep," she said. 

"Nor I," said he. 

"I thought of you." 

" And I of you." 

" It is very pleasant to have a brother." 

"And a sister." 

"Such a brother." 

" Such a sister." 

They said thanks together and laughed. 

1 86 KITO 

When Kito went home that night he 
laughed and sang and floundered into the 
water once or twice. 

" ' Kio no yume, Osaka no yume,' " l he 

He waited. But he was. very sure so 
sure that he built a house dainty enough for 
the little person he meant to cage in it. 
And that was dainty indeed. (Pray believe 
that from her toes to her head she was ex- 
quisite, immaculate.) There were mats of 
such softness as Kito had never seen till 
now. And the shoji were of such exquisite 
paper that it might be taken for filmy silk. 
The kamidana (for Owannon was very 
devout) was crowded with gods to suit 
such a personality, from jolly Binzuru to 
grim Ojin Tenno. And the garden ! What 
a fairy nook it was! A lake that one- 
might tumble into and not wet more than 
one's boots. On it a boat moored at a leafy 
tea-house for two no more no more pos- 
sibly. A tiny waterfall turned a wheel that 
cast a jet of spray upon the newly planted 
palms two, and no more. Indeed, every- 
thing was two, and only two. 

1 " A dream of Kioto, a dream of Osaka "a dream of 
happiness and riches. 

KITO 187 

And Owannon saw all this day by day 
from her chamber saw his journeyings to 
and fro with the belongings. She wondered 
why he said so little about it. Once or twice 
she dared to guess at the truth. But no. 
It could not be! Could it be? At last it 
began to pique her, and she determined to 
know as a woman will. 

"Your house is very beautiful, brother," 
she said suddenly, thinking it would surprise 
him. But it did not. 

" Yes," he said quite calmly, "yes, sister. 
I think she will like it. That is the way to 
build a house to fit the person who is to live 
in it. She" 


Her heart stopped beating for a mo- 

"My wife," he said. 

Something choked her. She rose sud- 
denly and made an errand to the outside. 
When she returned it was with some re- 
freshments. But her hands trembled as 
she served them. 

" Shall we talk further about my wife ? " 
he asked politely. 

" If you please no," she begged. 

" Some other time ? " 

i88 KITO 

She tried to smile. It was an inward sob, 

" Yes, some other time." 

" Some other time, then," he acquiesced. 

And that night again she did not sleep. 

And when she looked for him in the 
morning he did not come. And she had 
never wanted him so badly madly. She 
went up-stairs and sat all the day where she 
could see the new house. But he did not 
come. And so for three days, till she was 
ill. In the dusk of the fourth came his ser- 
vant. She saw him and hastened down to 
meet him. 

" Is he ill ? " she asked. " My brother is 
he also ill? Speak speak quickly!" 

The man grinned. He carried a huge 
bunch of cherry-blossoms. 

" No; he is not ill," he said. 

He fastened the blossoms at the door. 
Owannon's heart was leaping so that it took 
both hands to keep it in her bosom. 

" What do you mean ? " she cried ; " by all 
the gods, what do you mean ? " 

For you must know that this was the 
way a Japanese made a proposal of marriage 
in those days. 

" How should I know ? " said the man, 

KITO 189 

arranging the flowers with an artist hand. 
"Here here" as if he had just discov- 
ered it " is a scroll." 

She darted at it and tore it off. The man 
was turning indifferently away as if his 
errand were done. 

It was a poem. And she her hands and 
eyes and hair was the subject of it. She 
crushed it against that leaping heart and 
it leaped the more. 

" Wait ! " she called. " Come back ! " 

And again she had to hold her heart in her 

She did not wait for him to return she 
ran after him and took him by the elbow. 

" Tell him yes! Tell him his flowers are 
taken in and cared for. Tell him to come to 
me now now do you hear? and never to 
go away again ! Tell him tell him And 
hasten oh, hasten as with eagles' wings. 
But why do you not hasten ? " For the 
man did not. 

It was apparent in a moment why he did 
not. When she turned, Kito was behind 
her. He must have been hiding. She 
plunged straight into his arms. She tried to 
escape. But it was too late. Kito led her 
a captive into her own house. 

190 KITO 

She did not make him wait. Having sur- 
rendered, she had no reservations. She gave 
herself to him with all the sweetness he had 
known and infinitely more than he had 
ever fancied. So there was soon a tedious, 
sake-drinking ceremony, a procession gay 
with lanterns, torches, and wedding-gar- 
ments, which disbanded at the new house 
of Kito. 

Now the days came and went as lightly 
as the winds which fanned Kito's fertile 
fields. And he sowed and gathered and 
grew placid much beyond the lot or deserts 
of any man. The ancient armor reposed 
forgotten in its bronze-bound chest. There 
was rust upon the blades which had never 
yet been tarnished but with foemen's blood. 
Kito had forgotten that he had a lord to 
serve. He knew him not. 

Alas! perfect happiness is ominous. 



BUT a little more happiness was possible to 
even Kito. Our cup is never quite full. 
One morning a wee baby with the eyes of 

KITO 191 

the gentle Owannon lay beside her. True, 
it was a girl. That was unfortunate from a 
Japanese man's point of view. But Owan- 
non rebelliously pulled him down to her and 
confessed, with a light in her eyes that he had 
never before seen there, that she had trea- 
sonably prayed that it might be a girl ! Kito 
capitulated to her eyes, and swore that he 
too had done so. 1 know not but he did 
though it seems improbable. But we know 
that he was not a warrior, and we may pre- 
sume that he had no mind to breed warriors. 
At all events, there was indisputable evi- 
dence of his satisfaction in the indiscrimi- 
nate and lavish offerings he made at the 
neighboring shrines of all religions. The 
child grew amazingly, and they called her 
Yuki the Snowflake. To Kito she was 
little short of angelic. Was his cup full 
now? Had each been asked what yet they 
required to be happy, 1 am persuaded each 
would have answered, "Nothing." 

It was into this joy and peace, like a bolt 
from Fuji, that the summons to attend his 
lord in the field came to Kito. He had lost 
sight of the covenants upon which his hap- 
piness was founded. Kito was aghast, and 
for a moment rebellious. But Owannon, 

1 92 KITO 

like the daughter of a samurai, as I have 
told you, bade him go. He would find 
them waiting for him when he returned, 
she said. And the tears in her dear eyes 
were illuminated by a smile at Kito in her 
father's huge armor. 

Thus he saw her last: half laughing, half 
crying; bidding him with her lips to go, 
begging him with her eyes to stay. Yuki 
clung to his engreaved leg to the uttermost 
moment, and threatened to go with him. 
At the last he had to close the door upon 
them. And even then they made holes in 
the shoji, and it was: 

" Sayonara sayonara ! All the gods bless 
you and bring vou back! Sayonara! " as 
long as he could hear. 



KITO'S history must have moved the priests 
to unwonted benefaction. For while he lay 
ill they wooed back his life with gentleness. 
And when he went from them to take up 
its dull way again, they blessed him with 

KITO 193 

incense, and left in his heart a transcendent 
hope that else had never blossomed there. 
Doubtless, they said, the Lord Buddha, see- 
ing his wife and child defenseless in the 
midst of peril, had reached with his great 
arm out of heaven, and lifted them into 
his Bosom with intent to send them back 
again in more glorious bodies. And per- 
haps, if he were faithful, and lived to the 
extinction of all passion, all desire, he might 
see them. Such things had been known 
here on earth. To his breathless question 
of where, they answered, wherever the Lord 
Buddha pleased perhaps, nay probably, at 
this very temple! 

Cunning bonzes! They bound his alle- 
giance beyond possibility of rupture in those 
few words. 

At first the Bosom of the Lord did not 
seem great enough to hide them from him. 
He rebelled against this celestial abduction. 
Then came madness for them once more, 
and he throttled one of the priests. But 
this passed. Gradually the benign comfort 
of the priests' words found a firm lodgment 
in his heart. They knew the value of itera- 
tion upon simple minds. Gradually, from 
dwelling upon the countenance of the gra- 

194 K1TO 

cious Lord of Life, the sweet, dead calm of 
the face possessed him. He began to experi- 
ence that ineffable death-in-life trance which 
scarcely contemplates, only waits for that 
nameless absorption which shall be but a 
deeper and more tranquil death-in-life life- 

Almost, in the passage of the years, Kito 
had attained to the extinction of passion. As 
to desire, there yet was one. Heaven could 
not be his as long as that remained. Nor 
should he have wished for heaven without 
it. Had that desire but been fulfilled he 
would have had his heaven. But for this, 
the priests told him, his title was clear. 
Could he not abandon this desire? He 

Kito shook his head and went out. 

It was not quite the same after that. He 
was more often hungry and cold. And 
there were women and children, who had 
felt his sudden scrutiny, who wondered why 
he was not confined. 

That he might have food, that he might 
have offerings for the altars, that he might 
follow his vigil at the temple of Shiba, he 
had become a 'rikisha-man. 

K1TO 195 



ALL this, as I have said, was ten years and 
more ago. The rest of Kito's story may be 
found in a few lines of vertical writing 
among the records of the police court of 
Tokio, at the Saibansho. Kito's testimony 
it is called under the new code. Under the 
old it would have been Kito's confession 
under the torture. The difference is mainly 
one of nomenclature. 

Under every great calm there is the quality 
of suppressed and controlled violence which 
may break through whenever the limit of 
compression is reached. So with the calm 
which Kito had accomplished. The priests 
no longer aided in the control of the 
frenzied hope they had conjured up for 
him. And his frailty admonished him that 
the end of his life was approaching. Those 
spasms at the heart were more frequent 
now, and sometimes he staggered, and 
fought away a blindness which fell upon 
him. Was he to die without his hope being 

1 96 KITO 

realized ? Was the Lor'd Buddha unkind as 
that, after all ? One day he went to Shiba 
and savagely besieged the priests. They 
drove him away. He had come to be an 
annoyance. His offerings were now pitifully 
small, and himself shabby in the extreme. 
And he had but the one prayer: 

"Hail, Holy Buddha! Wife-child 
Hail, Holy Buddha! Namu Amida Butsu! " 

They turned him out of the temple. But 
out under the great trees in the court he 
made a temple, and there indulged his soul 
to the full. Away from the cold eyes of the 
priests, at the foot of a giant cryptomeria, 
with the summer air to fan him and the 
leafy dome to shade him, out of control and 
encouraged by the silence, his prayer was a 
vociferous challenge to Shaka and all the 
gods who had baited and deceived him. He 
shouted anathemas at heaven. He railed 
upon the gods and defied them. But pres- 
ently, as if to warn him, the night fell. 
With awe he remembered who it was that 
made night and day, and his voice dropped 
to supplication, the humblest that ever man 
addressed to gods. He tried to make the 
Prince of Heaven his friend now. He 
pleaded and confessed and cajoled with 



cunning. He was very tired. Sometimes 
his eyes would close for a moment. But 
his lips kept up that iteration which is Japa- 
nese praying. And presently, as he prayed, 
dropping the words like a dreamer now, the 
Lord of Light himself appeared. His placid 
eyes were unveiled, and a smile which had 
the peace and sweetness of heaven in it (so 
that he understood what peace meant, for the 
first time) was on his face. And in his 
hands was a child, which he placed in Kito's 
arms, saying: 


Then he vanished, and Kito slept, till a 
soft touch fell upon his hollow cheek, and 
he opened his eyes to see the child of the 
vision. For that and this had all been one 
to him. He lay quite still while her tiny 
hands strayed adventurously over his fea- 
tures. Some one lighted a lantern down at 
the gate, and he saw the hands like snow- 
flakes. The palms were damp with the tears 
she had rubbed out of her eyes. Her hair 
was an exquisite yellow aureole in the dim 
light, and her baby face gleamed in the 
midst of it. 

She was quite satisfied with her explora- 
tion of him. She sighed happily and patted 

198 KITO 

his cheek. Then the light of the lantern 
shifted upon his face, and she put her hands 
on her knees and bent to look at it. She 
started a little when she saw that the eyes 
were open. Kito put out his hand and 


She came closer and gazed once more into 
his eyes. She was satisfied. 

"Me 'ikes 'oo. Me want turn to 'oo. 
Me dot 'ost." 

It was a wondrous little voice! And she 
held out her arms. What mortal could have 
resisted that ? Kito did not try. She was 
his little Yuki given back to him by Amida 
Buddha. She had the celestial air, just as it 
had fallen from the divine presence upon 
her. There could be no doubt that it was 
she. But was she substantial ? He knew 
there were spirits, and he had been often 
deceived. As he hesitated, a sob broke from 
the overwrought heart of the child. 

" Tita 's 'ost! Tita 's 'ost! "she sobbed, 
"an 1 nobody nobody don' tare! Nobody 
do'n' fine her for her's mama! " 

Kito warily approached, like a serpent, 
upon his belly, and opened his arms. He 
was not yet sure. The little waif darted 

KITO 199 

into them and nestled there, scattering the 
tears with her fists. And Kito, thrilled 
nearly to bursting, clutched at his leaping 
heart to stop it. It was all true. It was 

The baby put her fists into his eyes and 
rubbed the tears out. 

" Don' 'oo ky too. Jes me ky when me 's 
dot 'ost. But now I 's finded. 'Oo 's do'n' 
tate me me's mama. Me 's 'ood 'ikkle dirl 
if" she shook her tiny finger in his face, 
" if 'oo tate me to me's mama! " 

She put her curls under his chin, as if 
to sleep, then suddenly turned upon him. 
" 'Oo dot tate me to me's mama! 'Oo dot! 
Me ky if 'oo don'. Tita was 'fraid at firs'. 
Tita fought 'oo big beas' bow-wow-wow! 
Tita not 'fraid now. Tate me to me's mama. " 

Kito did not understand a word of this. 
But that it was the veritable language of 
heaven he had no doubt. He kept smooth- 
ing the tangled curls with his great horny 
hands and whispering his one word of 

"Yuki-Yuki! " 

" Not Ooti Tita. Tate me me's mama." 

She got out of his arms now and tugged 
imperiously at his wretched sleeve. Kito 

200 K1TO 

understood this. There was not a soul in 
the grove. And the silence which always 
broods here at night had come down. He 
stood up with the baby close in his arms. 
He looked around a moment. No one was 
in sight no one to ask a question. He 
laughed a great, harsh, unused laugh that 
startled himself as he heard it. He stopped. 
He had meant it only for joy. But it had 
been very long since he had laughed. He 
had forgotten how to laugh for joy. Tita 
was frightened at it also. But she under- 
stood his caresses and the warmth of his 
arms, and put her head back on his shoulder. 

" Tita tire'. Tate Tita her's mama. Tate 
Ti-ta " Her head fell limply upon his 

Kito fled noiselessly down the long path 
to his 'rikisha. The strength of his youth 
was in his legs once more, the hope of his 
youth in his heart. As he went, the warm 
young head burrowed deeper and deeper 
into his bosom. The ravishing curls swept 
his face. The tender little body grew limp 
upon his arm. He could feel the tiny heart 
beating just over his own. The perfumed 
breath fanned his cheek. The bare knees 
tempted him with their dimples, and he 

KITO 201 

passed his hand over them till they began to 
grow cold. Then he slipped his haori off 
on one side and covered them. 

No moment of Kito's life had been so 
charged with ecstasy. The past was for- 
gotten. Or if not, it was all well spent in 
the purchase of this one moment. 



PERHAPS Kito never heard the stentorian 
criers who went about that labyrinthine 
city proclaiming the loss of the little Titania, 
only daughter of one Lady Jane Coventry, 
strayed or stolen from her Japanese nurse 
in the woods of Shiba, or thereabouts, and 
the pains to be suffered by any person con- 
cealing guilty knowledge of the kidnapping. 
Perhaps, even, the edict which the tears 
of an agonized mother won from the im- 
perial throne of Japan, calling upon all 
good citizens of the empire to aid in the 
restoration of the child to its mother, never 
reached him in his humble retreat among 
the debris of the burnt district. His testi- 

202 KITO 

mony says he knew naught of this, and 
I prefer to believe him. Yet he was not in 

But, one day, some months after his last 
memorable visit to Shiba (he had not been 
there since), he took the little Titania out for 
a ride in his 'rikisha. For he had discovered 
that it was the only thing that would appease 
her. She was very unhappy with him, fret- 
ting constantly. Still, this was not strange, 
he thought, for one who had come from 
heaven to earth. He hoped it would be 
better by and by. But how to make a 
heaven for her on earth troubled him greatly. 
However, when out in the queer old car- 
riage, she was alert for something, which, 
it pleased Kito to see, kept her tears away. 
She had become thin and old-looking. 

On this day they were passing a shop in 
the Kojimachi-dori, when a pale woman 
draped in mourning came out and paused 
at the street to adjust her boots. Rising to 
go, she turned her face toward the approach- 
ing 'rikisha and its burden. Other people 
were looking. But the restless little eyes in 
the 'rikisha singled her out. 

" Mama, tate me tate me tate me 'way 
f'om dis bad ole man tate me! " wailed 

KITO 203 

Tita, holding her wasted hands far out over 
the strange old carriage. 

In a moment Tita was in her mother's 
arms and Kito on his way to prison. 

One day he was "examined," and gave 
his simple testimony. He was gentle and 
tractable under the rigors of the law. After 
it was over he was utterly broken in body 
and spirit. On another day the constables 
went to bring him up for sentence. They 
found him with his face to the wall his 
eyes fixed on a tiny yellow curl in his hands. 
There were traces of tears on his face. He 
was quite dead. 




IRST Madame Pine-Tree ob- 
served the increased devotion 
of her daughter-in-law. Then 
she satisfied her curiosity 
concerning it. When Glory 
splashed into her penitential ice-bath the 
next morning, she slipped out of her futon 
and took a position behind the fusuma, close 
to the Butsu-dan. And this is what she heard : 
"Oh, Shaka! Hail-hailhail! Also 
perceive! And all the augustnesses hail! 
and perceive! Look down. I have 
brought a sacrifice of flowers and new 

208 GLORY 

rice. Also, I am quite clean. I am shivering 
with cleanness. Therefore grant that there 
may be honorable war! " 

Madame Pine-Tree pushed the fusuma 
noisily aside. Glory put her hands upon 
the floor and her forehead on them, and 
saluted her husband's mother as became her. 
But if you will know the truth in this 
safe posture she smiled. 

" Perhaps you are insane! " her mother-in- 
law said, with haughty asperity. 

Glory smiled again. 

" Why do you pray for war? Speak! " 

" That Ji-Saburo may come." 

Glory sat up defiantly. 

" A nation for a barbarian who has for- 
saken his country and his gods!" 

"Yes," said Glory, valiantly. 

" And what, pray, do you wish of him ? " 

"To fight and and die." 

The elder laughed harshly. 

" He knows not the name no, by Ojin 

" He is as brave as any of his ancestors 
and they were all samurai by Benten! " in- 
sisted the girl, doggedly. 

" Bah ! He has the unlaughing face of an 
American woman. He is a Mister!" 

GLORY 209 

The mother-in-law laughed jeeringly. 

" But why you that angery, oku sama ? 
If he is ? You thing mebby he keer yaet for 
me? No! He got come an' fight. An' I 
lig jus' see him if he come, of course. 
Me? I don' keer liddle bit!" 

"Speak Japanese to me, madame!" 

" Ah ah ah! Please aexcuse me. I 
'most always forgitting. Sore-wa makoto- 
ni okino-do, oku sama." 

The mother-in-law swept with threaten- 
ings from the room. For, as you perceive, 
Glory had continued to speak English in that 
laughing voice of hers, and then had pro- 
tested that she was sorry for it! And she 
was not sorry, if we must have yet other 
commerce with the truth. And this was 
known to Madame Pine-Tree as well as to 
us, and she was the autocrat of that house. 
Glory was her humble servant as every 
daughter-in-law is. 



WAR was declared. Sei-kwang had been 
fought and won. The Kawsbing had been 

210 GLORY 

sunk. But Ji-Saburo had not come. Glory 
continued her supplications now that peace 
might not come too soon. Madame Pine- 
Tree continued her gibes. 

And, lo! early one morning there was a 
knock on the amado, they had not been 
taken down yet, and the little maid an- 
nounced not only Ji-Saburo, but that he 
was in uniform and had a bandage about 
his head ! Glory must be pardoned the gay 
glance she gave her mother-in-law. It said, 
" I told you so." 

"Now, Marubushu-San [this was only 
Miss Lemon, the maid], run! My yellow 
kimono, gold-woven obi, powder for my 
face, vermilion for my lips, the new kan- 
zashi for my hair; run!" She prostrated 
herself at the shrine. 

" Shaka, thou art almighty! " she said. 

As she came down, glowing in her bra- 
very, she was intercepted by her mother-in- 

" I have seen him. It is not he. It is a 

Glory passed on. She smiled again. 

But it was Ji-Saburo. And he embraced 
her in Western fashion. She was visibly 

GLORY 211 

"But we were betrothed in infancy," he 
defended gaily. 

" Yaes," she said meekly ; " I got do what 
you as' me I got. But" 

" You don't like it? " 

She did not answer, and he audaciously 
kissed her. She only trembled a little this 
time and remained in his arms. 

" That 's better. At first" 

"Ah! but I din' know. I din' know bow 
that was sweet. / naever been kiss 
nor How you call that other? " 


" Yaes. / naever been kiss nor embrace 
by nobody. Now thing 'bout that! How 
I going know bow that is nize ? How you 
also know aexcep' you learn ? Ah ah 
ah! How do you learn those ? An' where?" 
She shook her finger at him. She meant 
him to think it roguery; but her heart sank 
dizzily. " You been betroth with with 
another? " 

He did not answer. He was looking 
down at her very fondly. 

" Alas an' alas ! Those purple-eye Ameri- 
cans ! How they are beautiful ! How beau- 
tiful! They frighten me! All purple, pink, 
an' yellow!" 

212 GLORY 

She thought all American women were 

The maid brought the tobaco-bon, which 
he declined. Then she brought tea and con- 
fections, which she put between them. 

" Mister Ji-Saburo I got call you Mister, 
don' I ? I been tell that I got call you 

" Call me what you like. I am no Mister, 
I am a Japanese." He said it savagely. 

She leaned toward him with dewy eyes. 

" Oh, thang the good Shaka! Then I I 
go'n' call you jus' Liddle Round One, aha! 
Lig we use' do long long ago." 

"I shall tell you about the purple-eyed 
women. There was one. And I thought 
I was American enough to pay court to her." 

" Wha' 's that mos' tarrible word ? " 
begged the girl, in mock alarm. 

" There is no Japanese for it. It is trying 
to make a girl care for you love you by 
associating with her. I asked her to marry 
me finally" 

"You as' the girl herself ? not her 
father ? an' all her uncles ? " 

" In America the girl herself decides." 

" How that is nize ! " sighed Madame Glory. 

Ji-Saburo remained silent. 

GLORY 213 

"An' an' she going marry you? You 
going marry she ? " It took courage, but 
she had it. 


" Ah ah ah! Tha' 's sawry ver' 
sawry. I don' lig that. Tha' 's not nize. 
Take 'nother cup tea an' rice-cake ? " But 
her face, radiant with joy, distinctly belied 
her words. 

" She is not sorry nor am I now nor 
need you be. But I was hit hard. I went 
to Tokio and enlisted. Was at Sei-kwang. 
Got this wound there. Am home on fur- 
lough. I tried to fancy it all patriotism. 
But it was ' He tapped the cardiac region 
and laughed. " I 'm afraid you have healed 
me. I don't want to fight now." 

The girl's face lit up anew. 

"Oh! an' an' you go'n' marry me lig 
our both parents promise each other long 
ago ? Ji-Saburo you go'n' marry me ? " 

He had no such thought. But, as he 
looked at her now, she was beautiful to him 
in a way no American girl had ever been. 
Her key-note was daintiness. Miss Norris 
of Philadelphia had told him curtly that of 
course he must marry a Japanese, when it 
came to that. Well, Glory had panically 

214 GLORY 

stuck two poppies into her hair, one on 
each side, with the new kanzashi behind 
them. The maid had touched her lips with 
beni. She had the patrician face of the old 
Yamato. And now, with parted lips and 
long eyes, she was questioning him tragically. 

" Yes," he said, " I shall marry you." 

The girl drooped her head for joy. She 
could not speak. But her heart was visibly 

" She said that I ought to marry a Japa- 
nese girl. She is right. There are none 
more beautiful." 

Glory looked quickly up. 

" You thing / am beautiful ? " 

"Very," he said. 

" As that other with the purple eye ? " 

"Yes," he prevaricated. But he did not 
deceive her. 

"Ah, I am jus' liddle beautiful." Her 
voice was sadder. 

" Little," he corrected. 

"Ah, yaes; liddle. You don' lig that 
United States' language? yaet you as' me 
learn, so we may converse when you arrive 

Still there was weariness in her melodious 

GLORY 215 

" Oh, did I ? " he laughed. 

" Ah, bow you forgit, Ji-Saburo! An' how 
I remember lig I naever kin forgit! Ah 
ah ah! Mister seem lig I got call you so 
I been tell so moach. An' you got on 
those square clothes which seem too large 
at 'most all the places. Ah, Japanese clothes 
made for jus' Japanese an' no one else; an' 
Japanese made for jus' Japanese clothes an' 
no other else. Aha, ha, ha! Tha' 's why 
I got call you Mister, I egspeg." 

" What a sprite you are! " 

" Now wha' 's that ? " 

They had risen from the mats, and he 
illustrated his absurd idea of the phrase 
elaborately, saying, besides, that a sprite is 
a being to be caressed and kissed and loved 
to save men's souls. 

"I thing you bedder not! don' you 
then ? Mebby I lose you your soul ? " 

But she was very doubtful of it. And he 
had no doubt at all. It was the American 
way, he proudly explained. 

"Ah! I am happier than I have aever 
been sinze I was borned! All the evil years 
are blotted out by jus' this one liddle minute ! 
So I don' keer who teach you jus' if you 
teach me, aha, ha, ha! You lig do that 

2i6 GLORY 

with me ? I don' want oblige that you do 
aenything. But\i you wish Ji-Saburo it 
is sweet! Oh, all the gods, bow it is sweet!" 

She had drawn his bayonet. 

" I don' lig that you cut with a sword, 
Ani-San. Oh oh oh! Mebby you git kill 
sometime, an' I jus' liddle ole widows. 
What you thing ? " 

" That I shall stay right here and not run 
the risk of making you a widow. I am 
entitled to my discharge." 

Glory thought of her mother-in-law and 
of something else. 

"No no no! You got go back an' 
fight. You got. Tha' 's why I pray so 
hard" She laughed roguishly. " Oh, jus' 
to fight nothing else in the worl'. Aha, 
ha, ha!" . 

" And then ? " 

" Then ? Ah when you come back all 

" You will marry me ? " 

Their eyes met. Hers fell; she knew 
not why. 

" Why not now ? " insisted Ji-Saburo. 

" I I am marry jus' now," said Glory. 

His face changed instantly. She, looking 
down, did not see it. 

GLORY 217 

" They make me marry account I so poor, 
an' you go'n' to naever come back an' marry 
me. Me? I don' keer who I marry. The 
nakodo he bring a mans here two three- 
four time. Me ? I marry him after while, 
account I tire' of him. This hosban' he 
gitting tire' of me now. An' me ? Oh, how 
I gitting more tire' of him! An' of that 
mother of him! He go'n' divorce me, I 
egspeg, account I don' lig those mother. 
Me? I will naever lig her! See! Tha' 's 
how I make him divorce me. Then then 
ah, Ji-Saburo you shall marry me! Jus' 
lig I been praying for aever sinze I been 
borned! Aha, Ji-Saburo! " 

She looked up now with a tense triumph 
in her face. But the eyes of Ji-Saburo were 
stony. A savage chill swept the joy from 
her heart. She shivered as if with cold. 
But she crept a little closer, and the words 
she spoke trembled forth haltingly. 

" Ah ah ah! All the gods in the sky! 

Don' you lig that I go'n' marry you an' be 

that happy for aever an' aever an' make 

'you that happy also for aever an' aever 

you, Ji-Saburo? " 

But the superb young soldier was a 
threatening god as he stood there with 

2i8 GLORY 

the effulgent intelligence of the West in 
his face. 

"Ah, God of the Light! What I done 
with you to put such a loog in your face ? 
Speak it to me! Ji-Saburo, speak! " 

His voice, as he answered her, was soft 
with Eastern gentleness: 

" Permit me to go without speaking that 
is best. I was mistaken in thinking I am 
Japanese. I am not I am nothing. Born 
here; bred there." 

" Ah, Ji-Saburo, thing how long I have 
waited! An' will you not tell me why you 
go'n' be so crule with me ? See, I beg on 
my both knees." 

She laid her head at his feet. 

" You will never forgive me if I do." 

"Me? I forgive you bifore! Now tell 
me. By all the gods, tell me! " 

" To be ' married ' and ' divorced ' so easily 
is held an evil custom by all the rest of the 

The girl's head drooped. The merciful 
explanation was entirely insufficient to 
her. She could not even guess her shame. 
But it was sufficiently pictured in his face. 

" An' tha' 's what the purple-eye one 
thing 'bout me? that I do evil? " 

GLORY 219 

" Forgive me you are innocent. I am 
not. God help me! I have eaten of the tree 
of knowledge." 

" Oh, Shaka! Jus' one minute ago I was 
that happy ! " She sat up again, though she 
did not raise her head. " Ah, Ji-Saburo, all 
the days, an' nights, an' months, an' years I 
have waited an' prayed. Alas! the gods 
have both answered an' denied my prayers 
for I asked only to see you. I did not 
dream dream that you would make me 
that happy that you might wish for marry 
me. Oh, all the gods in the sky! if I had 
jus' dreamed those I should have been a 
nun for you, Ji-Saburo a nun." She looked 
slowly, avariciously, up at him. " An' you 
are more splendid than I even dream you. 
An' I when you see me I am jus' evil. 
Forgive me, Ani-San. I would die rather 
than make you thing regret " she sighed. 
"Jus" jus' I shall always be sad in hereafter. 
An' will you be a liddle kine to me oh, 
jus' a liddle account I got be always sad ? " 

He took her hands gently and said yes. 

" An' you go'n' say farewell ? Ah, Ji-Sa- 
buro, can you not kiss me ? Jus' this once 
more? It was so sweet! Loog! I thing 
jus' that liddle while ago that you go'n' to 

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always kiss me an' How you call that 
other? Ah ah ah! you will not? Alas, 
no! for I am evil. But my hands? Kiss 
my hands lig you do the purple-eye 
women see, I beg." 

She put them out to him with Protean 

He kissed them one after the other, and 
was gone. She groveled at the Butsu-dan 
a moment. Then she rose and hastened to 
the door. He was just disappearing. 

"Sayonara!" she sobbed, "foraever an' 
foraever sayonara! " 

Her husband came in. She faced him 

" Oh, all the gods, how I hate you! You 
have made me evil." 

He tried to salute her mockingly. 

" If you touch me I will kill you, " she cried. 

One moment of amazed silence. Then 
he struck her. As she lay at his feet she 
heard him say to the man-servant: 

" Find the nakodo. Let him return her 
to her father. Take all the presents she 

She was divorced. 

Ji-Saburo had once more set his face to 
the south where the war was. 

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HER purification began at the great temple 
of Asakusa. I cannot stop to tell what it 
cost of penance and travail. But at the end 
the bonzes assured her that she was again 
without sin. They had never seen the evil 
she accused herself of prayed for. To 
them she had done no wrong. But for the 
repose of her soul they humored her the 
gentle priests. Now she was without sin, 
they said. So she meant always to remain. 
As she went from them for the last time, 
they burnt incense upon her, and, with 
smiles, gave her the blessings of all the 

JI-SABURO had disappeared at Ping-yang. 
He was with the first army-corps that led the 
attack on the front. He had planted the flag 
of his regiment upon the first rampart in the 
very face of the enemy. The army called 
his courage that of the young devil. The 
world knows the fury of the Chinese to 
dislodge that emblem of alien authority. 

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Oshima's troops were forced sullenly back. 
Ji-Saburo alone remained by the flag he had 
planted. And he stood at ease and smiled 
contemptuously at the disordered horde be- 
low him. Then Oshima himself took his 
place beneath it. 

"Soldier, we will die here alone rather 
than retreat," he said. 

But Nagaoka also sprang to the side of his 
commander. With a savage shout his re- 
treating regiment followed him. Again the 
rampart was won. And again the Chinese 
swarmed upon the flag and its handful of 
defenders. Nothing could live in that hell 
of metal and flame. Savagery, that had not 
yet learned defeat, raved here as in primeval 
carnage. The flag went down lost in the 
heaps of slain. And Ji-Saburo went down 
with it. 



THAT his old mother might erect a little 
tablet at the shrine if he were dead to find 
him if alive was the task that Glory under- 
took. Everybody helped her. But it was 

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long, and everywhere the wounded needed 
her, and she became a nurse. Soon there 
was not a field-hospital where the wan face 
of the "Spirit Nurse," as the soldiers affec- 
tionately called her, was not known. If a 
soldier had his eyes closed by her hands he 
died with a better hope of Nirvana. 

And one day the great commander him- 
self came to see and thank her. She told 
him quite simply all her little story. And 
he, looking into her worn face, told her, with 
generous untruth, that Ji-Saburo had been 
made a colonel, had gone home to marry 
her, had not found her there. He would be 
with her in six days now. She must rest 
a great deal sleep and Ji-Saburo would 

A courier left for the front within an 
'hour. He carried to Ji-Saburo this mes- 
sage : 

" Your general commands you to appear 
here within six days. He awaits you. Fail 

And Glory did as she was commanded. 
But her resting was the subsiding of the 
spirit. She smiled happily on the prepara- 
tions they made for her wedding. It was to 
be a stately military function. This was the 

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general's command. She was in the service, 
he said. 

And Ji-Saburo, too, obeyed like a soldier. 
In six days he was at her side. She was 
dead. She lay upon the narrow military 
bed, with her head resting lightly on her 
bent arm. Her unbound hair duskily framed 
her face very young and beautiful it was 
now. She was in her dainty wedding-gar- 
ments. A knot of pink ribbon was pinned 
above her heart. It held the decoration she 
had won in the service. And some one the 
same good hand that understood and had 
disposed her thus had laid beside her, so 
that her face was partly buried in it, a huge 
bunch of pink cherry-blossoms. The flow- 
ers touched her eyes and lips as if she. had 
kissed them and they had kissed her. The 
peace on her wan face had come, they told 
him, with her last word, which had been 
his name. ,_ / 


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